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Legit Encouners with a Serial Killer.

This is a real life 100% story that happened to me.

Back in 2004 I was an over the road truck driver with my ex. We traveled coast to coast. There are lots of stories about being on the road and most of them are more gross then scary. Ya'no like drivers getting a little too friendly with their cabin buddy ( dog cat or goat even) but I think this one takes the Cake of weird scary things that happened while I was trucking.

Back in the day around 2003 I had met a guy who said he would take me on adventures and make my life exciting. Little did I know that my world was about to be shattered.

I lived in a small town and had never really traveled outside of my state. Never experienced life in a way that some others would. We where kinda sheltered from the big crime and crazy shit that was happening all over the countryside.

So my ex decided to take me on a journey of being an over the road truck driver.

In a lot of cases this was a great experience for me. And being on the road is hard. Even harder then it would be now because we didn't have the luxury of smart phones GPS tracking and YouTube to keep us entertained on the long ass trips cross country.

Our only form of entertainment was either watching one of a dozen or so DVDs we had or talking on the radio.

We often opted to chat on the radio. Becoming friends via a social network that was around long before Facebook Twitter or anything had even been conceived.

Just like today we often created a different identity to hid behind when talking to others. Because trust me truckers can be creepy as fuck.

When your a trucker you aquire a CB handle. My ex's was Psycho Smurf and me since I was a "baby" ( barly 20yo) and I'm from Alaska mine ended up being Snowbaby, later on I became the Ice Queen but that is for a different story.

Anyways

During the time on the road you meet alot of crazy people and you see alot -and I do mean alot of crazy shit. This time was a bit different.

How you may ask?

Well you ever get the heebie jeebies from someone's voice? Like flat out scared to talk to someone like the person on the other line was not all there? That was this guy.

One day we where running the corridor also know as the I-10 highway. Having a conversation with another driver going the same way. When this voice came over the CB. It was a distant call, you could barly hear his voice through the static but eventually he got close enough we could hear him. He still must of been about 50 miles behind us. Yea we had a pretty kick ass radio that could really reach out and touch someone.

He just simply said. " Hey there purple Pete ( the color of out truck and the brand was Peterbuilt) where ya headed?"

My ex hollared back that we where heading to Arkansas.

The driver said he was going the same way and asked if we minded him tagging along.

We exchanged CB handles And his name was Maniac. Nothing seemed weird about this guy but his voice creeped me out. Like when someone trys to talk while forcibly smiling if that makes sense.

We always seemed to be going the same direction as Maniac but had never met him in person. When ever we where going the same direction one of us would split off the I-10 and head someplace else but eventually run back into each other later on the road.

One week when we where running from Florida back to LA we caught up to him on his back trip from Redmond to Batton Rouge. This time he was going the opposite direction so he told us he would meet up with us in Nevada when we did our trip back because by then we would of ran out of hours and needed to take a rest.

Fast forward we had finished our run and headed back to Nevada. We frequent Nevada and Las Vegas is a shady place for truckers. We waited and hung around but never did get any call on the CB from Maniac so we eventually took a load for the next trip out. 

A few months passed and we haddwnt heard from him. No worries truckers come and go but eventually if your on the road long enough you run back into them

We where in Oklahoma when We had heard some chatter on the radio about these Lot Lizzards (truck stop hookers) getting brutally murdered at truck stops, they where happening in Texas Oklahoma, Arkansas, Mississippi , Louisiana and Tennessee. We chocked it up to Drama on the radio after all we had quit litterly nothing else to do then to make up Driver stories

We ran back into Maniac I Mississippi, we had a long weekend because it was Labor Day weekend and most companies where ok with us taking the day off anyways.

We kept hearing about it and even brought it up to Maniac and he just laughed and said "it must be one real sick fuck doing it... it must of just been a trucker story because if it was true they would of caught him already...I'm betting he left fingerprints and didn't even care...he probably wants to get caught"

All in that weird voice that creeped me out.

Maniac didn't stay over the weekend he said he was just passing through.

Few days later we are in Texas and we hear a familiar voice on the radio it was Maniac.

So we chatted and he said he was heading to Tennessee.  Whiched worked out great for us because we where heading to North Carolina.

My ex had formed kinda a weird bond with Maniac. Often times when we had long haul and we where going together they would chat about alot of stuff at night while I was in the bunk sleeping.

So we decided we would stop in Tennessee and fianally (after about 6months of chatting) meet this other driver. I was not thrilled. He creeped me out and the picture in my head was of like a way too clean cut guy with perfect teeth and always smiling. And if you had ever met a truck driver that is exactly the polar opposite.

Now I was no slouch I grew up with 15 boys in the house and was a known fighter. My ex was a bigger dude standing 6'3 and about 280lbs 

We weren't afraid to meet up with him. Like I wasn't scared. But dude just gave me the heeby jeebies.

With our company we had to go to certain fuel stations to top off. Maniac was a owner operator so he could go anywhere. 

Maniac said he'd already stopped to get fuel and take a shower but he would drop his trailer and meet us at a Flying J (petrol station)

So we get ready to fuel up we showered and got a booth at the restaurant. 

We waited about 45 mins before ordering food. 

And waited and waited. 

We couldn't exact call him, because the cell phone we had was strictly for emergencies.

My ex was not a paitent man so we are and headed back to our truck.

I remember it being dark and humid. 

There was crickets chirping ( we don't have bugs that make noise at night in AK so I honestly have no clue is it was crickets or something else)

We walked across the fuel island and see a shit ton of flashing lights. there was several cop cars DOT a meat wagon (ambulance) and a firetruck.

Now it's not uncommon for either Lizards to get busted or drivers to get involved in shit they are not supposed to so we didn't think much of it. But this was alot of officials for a simple hooker situation.

We passes probaly 12 trucks , this was one of the bigger Flying Js so it could probaly fit about 80 truck and trailers if you went all the way back to the dirt which happened to be where our truck was. 

I'm a girl so I get weird looks all the time at truck stops and always got taunted and harrassed for being a Lot Lizzard even though I was a driver, there are some truck stops that are not safe to walk in alone. But that is besides the point.

I was used to drivers looking at me all creepy like but I had never been looked at like this before.

We moved by the bobtail truck the guy looked at me and gave me the creepiest smile and just watched me walk buy. When I glanced back to look at the truck he quickly shut his blinds. 

I thought it was weird but even more weird was he was in a truck space with no trailer. Typically Bob tail trucks will park at the end of a run and leave the big spaces for trucks with tralers because that's just manners.

We get back to the truck and plop on the CB for our night entertainment and to see if we could radio Maniac to see what the deal was.

The chatter was about all the cops and the ambulance that was basically across from us but 2 rows up.

People where saying there was a dead lot Lizzard. And it was probably connected to the the string of other murders that where going on at other truck stops.

Being the nosey people we are my ex and I jump out of the truck to go investigate. it couldn't really be that bad right?

You know when you hear the phrase "some things cannot be unseen"

This was one of them

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Attempt to Scam

In the day and age of technology the ability to scam others has become so easy that a 8yo can catfish a lady and swindle her out of large quantities of money. It has been in my experience that most scams are rather easy to debunk. However, people are getting sneakier. For example the latest heist that didn��t seem well for the culprit.

A few weeks back I was contacted Via Twitter DM by a supposed celebrity. Yes, I do fallow that person on Twitter and yes the pure shock of the thing kinda blew me away. The question was WHY IN THE HELL would they contact me? I have a whopping 60 fallowers on Twitter and have zero pull in Hollywood.

But Reign why didn’t you check to see if they are verified?

Oh I did. The DM that I got when I clicked on the profile linked back to the profile that had the little blue check mark.

Ok? Still totally fucking confused.

Said celebrity let’s just call him Bob for lack of a more generic name messaged me and said he was happy I was a fan and that I was supportive. Yada yada yada ( yes I just showed my age there)

A few hours of BS talking like “ when did you become a fan? What was your favorite movie of mine?”

Kinda felt like Bob was trying to inflate his ego but whatever.

He asks me if I have Google Hangouts.

I didn’t. Hell I barly know what Twitter is.

I download the app, but smart on my case get a brand new email that isn’t attached to any of my social media accounts or have anything personal on it.

Send it to Bob and we chat.

Not more then about an hour into talking to Bob he asks me if I am a giving person, in what terms I pondered.

Bob then asks if I would donate to his new charity. The real Bob is notorious for doing alot with charity so this isn’t super weird.

However, when I ask what the cause is he gives me the run around.

Tells me it’s for a Orphanage in Nigeria.

Umm ok? What’s the name of it I inquired.

Bob tells me it’s just up and running and they don’t have all the in’s and out’s of it figured out.

Time passes a s he starts telling me I’m not like other girls and that he likes me.

Meanwhile, the Real Bob has an on again off again girlfriend and last TMZ said they where back on.

A few days later he asks me again if I’m going to donate. I told him if there was a way I would but it didn’t seem like it was completely set up yet.

This is where it gets even weirder- as if this whole thing isn’t weird already.

Bob tells me that he’s disappointed that I haven’t done what I said I would and that he really wanted me to help with his cause.

He then tells me that there is a Western Union set up with his partners information in Nigeria to help out.

Umm. No. Sorry darlin not that dumb.

I tell him we don’t have money services where I’m at, which is partly true, they just happen to be 300 miles away in the closest town.

The next day hea back to the “good morning beautiful” messages and how much he has fallen in love with me and can’t wait to meet me.

Dude is laying it on THICK!

He doesn’t talk about the money for about 3 days and our conversations are pretty boring and I kept them that way so that there was nothing personal given out.

And then the bomb hits.

Day 8 of us chatting on Hangouts he tells me that I need to open up a blank bank account so he can then deposit money into the account so that I can then use that money to donate to his cause.

Shady.as.fuck.

Again I tell him that I can’t and I stall again to see if he’s gonna blow up again. And he does.

Bob then tells me I was a waste of his time and that he wished he never reached out to me because “ I Was a FRAUD!”

Me? A fraud?

Um how fucking dumb do you think I am? I may look young but seriously I’m not as dumb and desperate as you think I am.

I had even asked him things that He should of known based off of “his IG /Twitter” posts. And he couldn’t even acknowledge that those things happened or not.

So long story short. If infact The Real Bob had reached out and talked to me. I have Lost All Respect for him, which sux cuz he was on my Top 10 list.

However, if it was a hacker that got into his account, I hope he realized I already forwarded information to the authorities and I hope he has a good lawyer.

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Attempt to Scam

In the day and age of technology the ability to scam others has become so easy that a 8yo can catfish a lady and swindle her out of large quantities of money. It has been in my experience that most scams are rather easy to debunk. However, people are getting sneakier. For example the latest heist that didn't seem well for the culprit.

A few weeks back I was contacted Via Twitter DM by a supposed celebrity. Yes, I do fallow that person on Twitter and yes the pure shock of the thing kinda blew me away. The question was WHY IN THE HELL would they contact me? I have a whopping 60 fallowers on Twitter and have zero pull in Hollywood.

But Reign why didn't you check to see if they are verified?

Oh I did. The DM that I got when I clicked on the profile linked back to the profile that had the little blue check mark.

Ok? Still totally fucking confused.

Said celebrity let's just call him Bob for lack of a more generic name messaged me and said he was happy I was a fan and that I was supportive. Yada yada yada ( yes I just showed my age there)

A few hours of BS talking like " when did you become a fan? What was your favorite movie of mine?"

Kinda felt like Bob was trying to inflate his ego but whatever.

He asks me if I have Google Hangouts.

I didn't. Hell I barly know what Twitter is.

I download the app, but smart on my case get a brand new email that isn't attached to any of my social media accounts or have anything personal on it.

Send it to Bob and we chat.

Not more then about an hour into talking to Bob he asks me if I am a giving person, in what terms I pondered.

Bob then asks if I would donate to his new charity. The real Bob is notorious for doing alot with charity so this isn't super weird.

However, when I ask what the cause is he gives me the run around.

Tells me it's for a Orphanage in Nigeria.

Umm ok? What's the name of it I inquired.

Bob tells me it's just up and running and they don't have all the in's and out's of it figured out.

Time passes a s he starts telling me I'm not like other girls and that he likes me.

Meanwhile, the Real Bob has an on again off again girlfriend and last TMZ said they where back on.

A few days later he asks me again if I'm going to donate. I told him if there was a way I would but it didn't seem like it was completely set up yet.

This is where it gets even weirder- as if this whole thing isn't weird already.

Bob tells me that he's disappointed that I haven't done what I said I would and that he really wanted me to help with his cause.

He then tells me that there is a Western Union set up with his partners information in Nigeria to help out.

Umm. No. Sorry darlin not that dumb.

I tell him we don't have money services where I'm at, which is partly true, they just happen to be 300 miles away in the closest town.

The next day hea back to the "good morning beautiful" messages and how much he has fallen in love with me and can't wait to meet me.

Dude is laying it on THICK!

He doesn't talk about the money for about 3 days and our conversations are pretty boring and I kept them that way so that there was nothing personal given out.

And then the bomb hits.

Day 8 of us chatting on Hangouts he tells me that I need to open up a blank bank account so he can then deposit money into the account so that I can then use that money to donate to his cause.

Shady.as.fuck.

Again I tell him that I can't and I stall again to see if he's gonna blow up again. And he does.

Bob then tells me I was a waste of his time and that he wished he never reached out to me because " I Was a FRAUD!"

Me? A fraud?

Um how fucking dumb do you think I am? I may look young but seriously I'm not as dumb and desperate as you think I am.

I had even asked him things that He should of known based off of "his IG /Twitter" posts. And he couldn't even acknowledge that those things happened or not.

So long story short. If infact The Real Bob had reached out and talked to me. I have Lost All Respect for him, which sux cuz he was on my Top 10 list.

However, if it was a hacker that got into his account, I hope he realized I already forwarded information to the authorities and I hope he has a good lawyer.