Nearly six years ago I moved to Texas from Florida for work (signed contract) and as I had some time before the new job started I decided to drive the journey. As I really enjoy driving and long trips don't worry me, I actually find it rather relaxing. Odd? Yes maybe. But I grew up with parents who loved driving holidays growing up in Europe, we went on many, many driving holidays.
I was driving a 2yr old Chevy Tahoe Pick-up with a Horse Truck and Trailer/Caravan Combo (like a Motorhome). As I had to bring my 2 horses along also (Just my old Quarter Horses. I don't show them). It was about 2am and I decided to find somewhere to pull over to get some sleep/food/bathroom break etc and feed and water the horses as I was getting very tired. Not to far along I came across the sign saying that there was a truck stop up ahead that had a 24hr Diner. I was so happy, finely some rest.
I can't recall the name of the Truckstop but it was just outside Paris, TX and was a fairly good size and had quite nice facilities. I pulled up and tended to the horses and my Beagle x (Jake) that I had then. Made sure the dog had been walked out so he could do his bit outside instead of in my truck. After he went into his usual post dinner nap and the horses were dozing. I went in to the diner to get some food for my self.
I pulled up a stool at the counter and ordered meal from the menu (Burger with the lot. I remember as it was enormous and really tasty) and a coke. There were only a few people in there. The Truckstop had several trucks parked but their owners were probably asleep inside them. A young couple and a baby in the stroller, a old man in a Cowboy hat and boots, two older ladies and a boy of about 12yrs old and a couple of other men who were your typical Truck Drivers.
I didn't notice it at first but I should tell you that I have a sensitivity towards ghosts/spirits and I'm used to seeing them around a lot of the time. Sometimes it's hard to realise that they are in spirit and not living people but that night at the Truckstop there were a few around. Some barely more than a flash in the corner of my eye, others that were shadow like and then the ones that wanted to be noticed. And did what they could to be noticed when they realised I could see them. I think I was very lucky to see them that night. I know it's hard for them to stay seen for very long due to the energy needed. I was blessed that night I think.
While waiting for my food watching the doorway outside I noticed the first ones a man and a woman sitting at the table next to the door. Both dressed very well but in the style of the mid to late 1970's. They just sat looking at each other the way people very much in love do, like they are the only people in the world.
They stuck around for a while and then were replaced in the same spot by a group of 4 men in Motorbike Leathers with helmets on the table talking loudly about music. They left and the table stayed bare.
Other spirits came and went. A cook who wasn't the one in the kitchen (you could see him working) , standing at the door to the kitchen just leaning on the frame and looking around like he was on a break. An old lady knitting in a back booth. Two Teenage Girls dressed like 1980's hair band fans who drank what looked like milkshakes.
An old man reading a newspaper and laughing at something he read while a old woman with him looked bored and drank coffee or tea from a large cup.
Apart from the obvious ghosts. I could see a number of orbs of all shapes, sizes and colors. And saw numerous flashes of fast moving spirits and two very tall shadow spirits. But no one bothered me. A couple seemed to like that I saw them. One or two tried to stay out of being noticed. It was a brilliant sight I have to say I haven't seen so many spirits in one place at one time in a very long time. I felt it was ment to be that I stopped there that night.
After my dinner. I stopped in long enough to have a shower and freshen up in the public washrooms. Then went back to the truck to sleep. And sleep well I did.
Before I left in the morning for the rest of my trip to my new home. I had breakfast at the diner (bacon, eggs and tomato with toast and coffee). But saw no ghosts at first. As I paid and went out the door an old man in a white cowboy hat tipped his hat to me and caught me off guard for a second when I realised I could see the Coke Machine right through him. One last hello and goodbye I guess. They sure are friendly ghosts there. Good food too.
Later that day I arrived at my then new home town. And was greatly welcomed by many wonderful people I would get to know, both living and in spirit. Texas has some fantastic ghosts, right friendly too.
But that's more for another time.
Thanks for Reading, HitchcockMadness.