The Weeping Woman

The only time I was fond of any kind of camping was when there was a camper involved. Of course, some people probably wouldn't call that camping. I refused to sleep in a tent, on the ground, out in the open. It freaked me out. My boyfriend, Connor, had rented a camper for our road trip through Death Valley. We'd left in the morning and we were still driving long after the sun went down. We had a plan that the minute we saw a campsite, we'd stop for the night but there wasn't one coming up any time soon. Connor was driving the most, since it was his truck and we had a camper hooked onto it. I started to notice his eyes getting heavy.

"Do you want me to drive for a bit?" I asked him.

He shook his head, reaching for his energy drink. "No, I'm okay."

I stared at the highway in front of us, only lit by the truck's' high beams. We hadn't seen a car in a few hours. The rest of the view that was kind of visible by the moonlight was just desert plains and nothingness. When I looked back at the road, I noticed something. It looked like a person, who was hunched over and trying to hurry across the road. I screamed and Connor slammed on the breaks and we eventually came to a stop.

"Oh my god, did we just hit someone?" I asked, my eyes already swelling up with tears.

"We couldn't have," he replied and put the truck in park and reached for the door handle. He jumped out and checked all around our vehicle. He looked at me from in front of the truck and shrugged his shoulders and I sighed in relief as he headed back. He grabbed his seatbelt. "It must've been some kind of animal. Whatever it was, it's gone now."

We kept driving and I was still shaken up from what had just almost happened. Just when Connor was about to say something about finding a place to stop for the night about thirty minutes into the drive, the truck jolted and began to screech. He cursed loudly and pulled off the side of the road as I still held on to the handle and was trying my best not to freak out instantly.

"What happened?"

"I think we blew a tire," he groaned, opening the door, not without more cursing under his breath. I got out this time too and shined my phone's flashlight on the tires. He kneeled by the back left one, and just like he had said, it was completely blown off. I could see the metal rim.

"We must've hit something," I said in a low voice.

He glanced at me before standing up straight. "There's nothing out here. What could we have hit to do this much damage to a tire?" He scowled and put his hands on his hips. "Tow trucks are unavailable at this time of night and we're in the middle of nowhere. We might as well get comfy in the camper."

I was hesitant. "But there's no one around for miles. What if some strange cracked out people just so happen to drive by and hold us up at gun point?"

"This isn't the Hills Have Eyes," he said, deadpan. I made a face and he grabbed his keys from the ignition. "Get into the camper, get the bed ready, I'll get the stuff from the truck." I listened and rounded the vehicle to the camper's door. Once inside, I immediately turned on some lights to help ease my fear. I got the bed made and sat down on it as Connor brought in more blankets, my laptop and some snacks we had.

As he locked the door, there was an agonizing scream in the distance. At first, I honestly thought it was a hyena or something that made noises like that. But as it kept going, I realized it was a woman. It didn't sound like she was in pain. It just sounded like... she was insane, completely off her rocker.

"It's just an animal," Connor assured me.

"No, that's clearly some weird woman. Maybe she needs help?" I tried to convince myself that it was a cry for help, but I wasn't very convincing.

"If you want to go out there and help whoever or whatever that is in the dark, in the middle of nowhere, be my guest." I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was just as uneasy as I was. He switched the lights off and we huddled in bed.

An hour later, the screaming hadn't stopped. Connor was snoring away and I was still wide awake, nowhere near sleep. I could see the alarm clock read 2:05 a.m. As I rolled over to try to get more comfortable, the unthinkable happened. The screams were coming from right outside the camper. This woke Connor up and the both of us tried our best to stay quiet and I tried my best to not start hysterically crying.

Then, it was silent. We listened and there was no more screaming, no footsteps, no nothing.

It was quiet like that for ten minutes and we assumed it had all finally stopped. Until, three knocks sounded at the door and I covered my mouth to keep myself from screaming. I could hear the door handle jiggling as whoever was there was trying to open it.

"Hello, in there," a woman's light, creepy voice said.

She giggled and that was when the whole camper being to rock back and forth, as if she was trying to tip it over. How was that possible? Connor and I weren't trying to be quiet anymore. I started to cry from fear and Connor grabbed his phone off the floor and dialed 911. The camper shook violently for five minutes, knocking things in the kitchen area to the floor, but it felt like an eternity.

Twenty minutes later, I could see the red and blue flashing lights outside. We didn't jump out and run to them until we heard them announce themselves at the door. When we stepped outside, Connor told the officer what had happened. He looked taken aback and was a little startled.

"Get in the car, I'll take you to a motel," he said. "We'll send someone for your vehicle in the morning." We obeyed and gathered our valuables and got in the backseat of the car.

"Thank you for getting here so quick," Connor said to him. "I don't exactly know what had happened just then."

"It's an urban legend," the officer retorted. "On this property, there was supposedly a woman who's husband had killed their baby. She brought him out here and murdered him herself before taking her own life." Tears ran down my cheeks as he spoke and Connor gripped my hand. "She's been known to haunt these parts, causing drivers to stop their cars, even for a second so she can rig the vehicle until you have to stop completely for however long. She's been known to mimic animals, become somewhat violent." He glanced at us through the mirror. "Some people are never heard from again, no trace of them at all. But the ones who do escape, often have an interesting story to tell."

I forced down a huge lump in my throat and placed my head in my palm. She was the thing that ran out in the road in the first place, causing her to do something to destroy one of our tires. And since we had a camper, it seemed like a no brainer to try to sleep in it.

The closest motel was a crummy truck stop place, but it was better than being completely alone in the dark in the desert. We got our room and decided to try to get some kind of sleep. The officer's story was still in my mind. Was it someone who was trying to scare us, who saw an opportunity and took it? Or did we really just experience something that was an urban legend?

I stepped to the window to pull the curtains closed and I saw the officer still in his car on his computer. He said he'd stay the rest of the night for our safety. I noticed something else in the parking lot. Maybe ten feet away from the patrol car, there was a woman. She was in a grey dress, barefoot, and she had long, tangled black hair. I could see her glowing blue eyes and her jaw was missing, causing her tongue to hang freely out of her mouth. It was her.

The minute she waved to me, I closed the curtains and locked every lock I could on the door. I didn't tell Connor what I saw. I didn't want to scare him any more. I figured since we were in such a public place, we were okay. We got in bed and instantly began to fall asleep. Until, the distinct screaming started back up again.

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