👻 I Delivered a Load to a Haunted Warehouse at 3AM – and I’m Never Going Back

by TRUCKERS VA
(UNITED STATES)

Intro – Some Deliveries Stay With You… and Not in a Good Way

If you’ve ever run a night shift, you already know there’s something different about the road after midnight. It’s quieter. Heavier. The shadows hit different. But nothing — and I mean nothing — prepared me for the night I got sent to that warehouse just outside of Dayton, Ohio.

It was supposed to be a simple drop-and-hook. Quick in, quick out.
Instead, it turned into the one delivery I’ll never forget… because something at that place was off.
Way off.

Rolling In: A Bad Feeling From the Start

I got the call around 10PM — emergency load, dry van, nothing special. Picked it up and hit the road. GPS sent me to a location I’d never been before — an old industrial area with warehouses so old, they looked like they hadn’t seen life since dial-up internet.

I pulled up around 2:50AM. The area was pitch black. No street lights, no motion lights, no other trucks. Just a crumbling parking lot, weeds pushing through cracked concrete, and one lonely warehouse that looked like it came out of a horror movie.

I figured maybe the power was out. Happens sometimes.
But the dock door? Already cracked open like it was waiting for me.

Where’s the Staff?

I grabbed my paperwork and knocked. Nothing. Not a sound. No forklift beeps, no chatter on radios, not even the hum of lights.

But I did hear something.

A loud bang.
Then another.
Like something dropped deep inside the building.

I should’ve left.
I should’ve called dispatch and told them they sent me into a haunted asylum.

But instead — I did what every trucker does. I got the job done.

Inside the Warehouse: The Air Was Heavy

I opened the dock and backed in. The inside was pitch black, except for a few hanging bulbs swinging like someone had just walked through. I pulled out my flashlight and stepped inside.

That’s when the motion lights started kicking on.
One by one.
In sequence.
From the back of the building… toward me.

Not all at once. Not randomly. Like someone — or something — was walking through, tripping them as it came closer.

I froze. I scanned. Nothing. Just silence and that thick, musty warehouse smell — dust, rust, and something else I couldn’t place.

Then I Heard It…

I turned to unload the pallet. Nothing unusual — until I heard the whisper.

Right behind me.
Clear as day:
“You shouldn’t be here.”

I spun around, heart racing, breath caught in my throat.

Nobody.
Not a soul in sight.
Just the sound of water dripping from a pipe somewhere in the dark.

Fastest Unload of My Life

I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t double-check the pallet. I didn’t care if the load was strapped down with duct tape and hope.

I rolled it off, shoved it into the shadow, signed my own paperwork, and practically sprinted back to the cab.

As I pulled away, I looked back in the side mirror. The motion lights turned off…
One. By. One.
Like whatever had walked in… was walking back out.

The Aftermath – What Was That Place?

I asked around a few days later. One old head at the truck stop said, “Oh yeah, that’s the warehouse where that accident happened back in the ‘90s. Forklift crushed a guy. They shut it down after that.”

Another guy just nodded slowly and said, “They still send loads there?”
Like it was normal.

I checked the delivery address again. That facility isn’t even listed on the company’s main site. I swear it was like they were hiding it in plain sight.

I don’t know what I experienced. Maybe exhaustion. Maybe a squatter.
Or maybe… I really wasn’t alone that night.

Bottom Line – Trust Your Gut. Especially at 3AM

The road has stories, and not all of them end with a clean delivery and a signed manifest. This job puts you in some wild places — abandoned mills, middle-of-nowhere farms, half-lit docks with barely any Wi-Fi.

But this one? This wasn’t just weird.
This was wrong.

Would I go back? Nope.
Would I take another 3AM load to an unnamed facility again? Not unless it pays six figures and comes with a priest.

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