Trucker Ghost Stories by Annie Wilder

Author:Annie Wilder
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tor Publishing Group

TRUNK TROUBLE

My dad and my grandmom were not close. She gave up custody of him when he was young, and they didn’t have a very good relationship until he and my mom had children. We got to see her on holidays and special occasions, and I always enjoyed seeing her—she was wickedly funny. Once I was able to drive I went to visit her often, and she would tell me all the dirty jokes she had heard since I saw her last and all the jokes she would play on her health aides that came to care for her. She was confined to a wheelchair as she had both of her legs amputated, so she couldn’t get out and really enjoyed the company. Sadly, when I was nineteen years old, just as she and I were really “enjoying” our relationship, she passed away. My father was working when we got the phone call. He was recovering from a heart attack, and I rushed out of the house to go be with him. As I was pulling out of our driveway, I looked in my rearview mirror and my trunk popped open, which was strange! So I got out and closed it …

On my way to Grandmom’s home, I stopped at my brother’s friend’s house to see if my brother was there. I wanted to let him know what had happened and ask him to go home. I knocked. He wasn’t there, so back into the car I went. Pulling out of the driveway, I look in the rearview mirror … trunk popped open! So I got out and closed it … yank, pull, tug, it wasn’t budging. Drove up the block and turned the corner, and my trunk popped open … so I pull over and slam it, yank, tug, shake it. It is closed tight … so I sat for a few minutes trying to let go of the frustration, and I begin my forty-minute ride to my grandmom’s. I pulled out onto the main road, and dang it if the trunk didn’t open again … by then a feeling came over me and I KNEW it was my grandmom … this is definitely her sense of humor. Due to her having her legs amputated she had no knees. So, we called her Nonni (“no-knee”), Italian for “Grandmom.” She was a funny lady. So I pulled over, closed the trunk, and said out loud, “Nonni, I know this is you, and I am going to miss you terribly, but this is starting to make me angry. I am trying to get to my dad!” and it stopped and I made my way to meet my dad.

As I pulled onto her road I could see police cars, the ambulance, and my dad’s truck. I got out of my car and took a deep breath and went to the front door. As I was walking in the front door a woman grabbed me by the elbow and took me into another room.

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