My third night driving, my trainer was in the sleeper and it was around 3am. I was driving down some back road state highway in Texas. The moon was bright enough to illuminate the light fog that crept across the highway like a snake slowly making its way. The air was crisp as the fog clung to the trees sparkling in the moonlight. I was tense from driving such long hours and my eyes were burning from my contact lenses. I rolled down the window to catch some of the clean warm wind that howled like a wolf in the forest as it screamed past my mirror. As I was coming around a corner, with my high beams on, having not seen another car for some miles, I see a dark figure standing on the shoulder of the road. Where I was driving, as I had not seen a car, there were also no houses in sight or any signs of population for many miles. So I began to ponder what this person was doing just standing on the shoulder of the road. I continued to accelerate as the turbo whistled like a jet engine powering up for take off, and noticed the figure to be a young colored boy of maybe 12 years old. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. I only saw him from behind at first but when I got close, he turned around and had a look on his face that I will never forget. Wide eyes and furrowed brow. He looked as if he was drugged. But I wasn't about to stop. I have heard stories of kids breaking free from a captor or some stuff but this dude didn't bother waving me down or anything. He just looked at me me with this ghastly face. I woke my instructor up and he said he has come across strange figures on the side of the road as well.
Thought id embellish the story a bit.