Was it run by the Patel’s?Had to stay at a hotel in Memphis and it was just plain nasty. Couldnt even shower because it was broken and i wasnt about to sit in the nasty tub. Somebody in room nearby blasting music half the night and the motel owners little kid running up and down hallway screaming. Got very little sleep. I think it was Americas value Inn or Americas Budget Inn on Lamar. Stay away from that place.
Want to read more about ghost story. The Jacksonville area is heavy into Santeria and heavy into other spiritual beliefs and witchcraft, that area is a breeding ground for the demonic for sure.The ones that still exist share a common bathroom but they have individual rooms with just a twin bed and a chair normally. None are forced that I know of, some bid lay down drivers have their own rooms that only they stay in at certain locations. I always carry a sheet and a sleeping bag with me if I have to stay at one. On the weekends a lot of times it’s about impossible to find a hotel room in certain locations and unless you want to bobtail 100 miles it’s easier to just set up camp in a bunk room. They really aren’t that bad. Some A little spooky. I swear the one in Jacksonville FL is haunted. I stayed there on a Saturday night once by myself, or so I thought I was by myself and heard some things that I cannot come up with a logical explanation for.
Very interesting. I did not know this. I am not religious or superstitious at all, I don’t believe in ghosts and things of that nature but what happened that night I cannot explain.Want to read more about ghost story. The Jacksonville area is heavy into Santeria and heavy into other spiritual beliefs and witchcraft, that area is a breeding ground for the demonic for sure.
I once heard an Ol gal talking about night biking in the Appalachian trail. Said someone with a light on followed her several miles one night. She ran and the light followed just as quick so she jumped into a thicket to hide. Turned out to be the moon.Fruitloop, you candy azz truck drivers are scared of your own shadows.
One night in the old B model Mack days, I was going through the S.Ga, swamps, just happy as if I had good sense.
The wind or vibration had turned the right mirror facing in.
I turned on the dome light and saw my reflection in the mirror, it scared me so bad I almost wrecked.
I couldn't imagine how someone had gotten on the truck with me running wide open.
That was better than a 30 min nap.