Some trucks shouldn’t be cleaned.
When Martin Avery is told to prep truck 1177 for its next driver, it sounds like a routine end-of-shift job. The cab smells foul—wrong in a way he can’t explain—but a job is a job. He’s heard the rumors. Drivers who refuse to climb inside. Whispers. Shadows. Stories meant to scare new hires.
He doesn’t believe in ghost stories.
But once the door shuts behind him, the air changes.
The darkness feels thick. The grime won’t come off. And something inside the cab does not want him there.
Truck 1177 is a slow-burn supernatural horror story about isolation, dread, and the kind of evil that doesn’t chase you—it waits.