So all we know at this point is that the Driver is chasing her not-dead wife Alice. Who seems to have disappeared without a trace. Why does this story seem familiar? Because it mirrors almost exactly A Story About You from Night Vale. Think about it: in ASAY, Cecil says you up and leave your fiancée without saying a word and go to live in Night Vale, and a significant amount of time seems to pass. After a long time, your wife mysteriously manages to find you after being involved with the a vague organization and the Night Vale Police. It’s never mentioned how she found you or how she got to Night Vale, and being a trucker seems a pretty legit way to arrive, and explains why she’s traveling to begin with. What I’m saying is, what if you are Alice and we’re only just now finding out what your wife’s side of the story is, because we already know yours?
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18-wheeler rolled through the midnight terrain at a constant speed of 75 miles
per hour. The trucker hadn’t given his name. The hitch-hiker with his mop of
tangled blond hair, his ragged camouflage backpack, and his unchecked
wanderlust wouldn’t have remembered it anyway.
was a lonely stretch of interstate somewhere on the map between one coast and
the other. It didn’t matter if it was Minnesota or Texas, Florida or Idaho, it
all looked the same in the dark. The stars were a scattering of illuminated pin
pricks on a blanket of impenetrable cosmic blackness. The vegetation along the
road looked like an undulating mass of living shadows.
again,” said the hitch-hiker.
trucker nodded. “You’re welcome again. Glad to have some company.”
bet this job can get boring sometimes, huh?”
trucker shrugged. “You get used to it.”
the engine whined and the wheels sputtered. The cab vibrated and the trucker
whispered an irritated curse.
not a mechanic, but that doesn’t sound good,” said the hitch-hiker. He
straightened up and scanned the highway for other vehicles. They were alone.
trucker grimaced, clutching the gear shift and fighting back against the
massive grunting engine. The semi decelerated. “Well, we might be walking if I
can’t figure this out.”
trucker pulled onto the shoulder then switched on the hazard lights as the semi
eventually rolled to a stop.
the truck stop is only about five miles back,” stated the hitch-hiker.
to me,” said the trucker.
hitch-hiker studied the trucker’s face. He saw large blood-shot eyes and
quivering lips. A maddening fear had rushed up from somewhere deep within the
trucker’s soul and the hitch-hiker suddenly wished he had declined the
invitation for a lift at that truck stop isolated by miles of lonely highway.
trucker took a deep breath before saying, “If you see people outside ignore
them. They’ll try to get you to come with them. I’ve seen this before on
isolated patches of road late at night. I can get the truck going again if you
give me time.”
this a joke?” asked the hitch-hiker. “Because if it is it’s not funny.”
trucker shook his head. “Their eye’s beckon. Do you know what that means?
Beckon. To summon, to invite. They’ll want to take you away.”
this is some weird stuff,” said the hitch-hiker. He went for the door, but the
trucker reached out his hand to stop him.
hitch-hiker recoiled from the trucker’s grasp as if assailed by something cold
They’re here,” said the trucker.
hitch-hiker looked into the night. A figure appeared. Then another and another.
In the glow of the headlights he saw a mob of somber faced travelers who seemed
to stare back at the hitch-hiker as if astonished by his very existence. Men
and women, young and old, casually swarmed the shoulder of the highway. And
they did beckon.
of them, a man in his 30s wearing dirty clothes, held a small suitcase in one
hand and with other waved for the hitch-hiker to join their ghastly horde. Then
the others waved and nodded and called out in silent cries for the hitch-hiker.
sound of the ignition kicking up shattered the silent spectacle. The trucker
turned the key, but it wouldn’t turn over. Instead the engine sputtered and
whined. The trucker cursed under his breath.
the hell are these people?” asked the hitch-hiker.