THE ROAD WHERE SOULS NEVER MAKE IT HOME

There’s a road in South Africa that people whisper about, but nobody dares to speak openly. On maps it looks normal, just another stretch of tar between small towns. But if you travel there after midnight, chances are… you’ll never make it home.

I learned this the hard way. I was a truck owner, always chasing deliveries and money. Time was everything, so I told my drivers to use that road at night. They warned me about it, but I never believed in ghost stories. To me, time was money.

One night, I decided to drive it myself. The first few kilometers were silent, almost too peaceful. No other cars, no lights, nothing. Just me, the engine, and the road. But then I started seeing things.

At first it was just shadows moving in the bush. Then a woman in a white dress appeared in the middle of the road. I slammed the brakes so hard, my truck shook. But when I stepped out to look, there was nobody there.

That’s when I noticed something worse: my fuel gauge had dropped from half tank to empty in seconds. My phone had no signal. And behind me, the road had gone dark — as if night itself had swallowed it.

I tried to keep driving, but then I saw headlights in my mirror. Another truck, huge, speeding towards me with no sound, no driver. My heart froze. The truck passed right through me like mist, and when I looked again, it was gone.

I made it out alive, but most don’t. Drivers disappear there all the time. Families search, but the police close the cases quickly, saying it’s just “accidents.” But where are the bodies? Where are the trucks?

Some say the road belongs to the dead — the spirits of drivers who were sacrificed in rituals long ago. Their ghosts still drive endlessly, working for the ones who summoned them. That’s why accidents are so high in this country: it’s not just fatigue or speed. Some of those trucks are not being driven by the living at all.

Till this day, I refuse to use that road. But sometimes, late at night, when I hear a truck passing outside my window, I wonder… are those headlights real, or is it one of *them* still driving, never resting, never home