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Have you seen the Road Troll?
The Long Purple Road
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The Road Troll is part urban legend, part ghost story, and part real-life mystery. If my description of this wandering enigma sounds suspiciously detailed, let me say that I am speaking from personal experience. I have seen the Road Troll. Like most of us who have seen him, I didn’t know who he was until later. Now that I know who he is, I doubt if I’ll ever see him again. That’s the way of these types of things.
My story is so similar to others that it can serve as a blueprint for Road Troll sightings. Details differ, but the basic story stays the same.
It was a winter night. There was a steady rain falling. It was a nasty night, cold wet, and windy. My wife and I had been out and I was taking our two babysitters home. We were miles from town, in an area with few houses. Walking along the side of the road was one of the most ominous figures I’ve ever seen.
He was obviously an interstate drifter. He had the look that only they have. There’s no mistaking it. He was young, but not too young, late 20’s, early 30’s. Very stocky and thick-set, he had a thick, scruffy black beard; a hat pulled low, a pack, and layers of grungy, bulky clothing. I seem to remember an olive-green army coat. Most of all, I remember the cast and crutch.
He labored along, making no attempt at hitch-hiking, with one leg in a large, dingy cast. He was helped with a single crutch. It was a miserable scene; he was obviously struggling and his cast was in alarming condition. One would almost be inclined to offer him a ride…almost. The menace seemed to roll off of him like a cloud. His bearded face was fixed into a grimace, glaring with madness. He projected weirdness with a loudspeaker, strange beyond imagining.
The babysitters and I talked about him the whole way back. I’m not a prude and I’m not shocked by drifters, we see them all the time on our stretch of highway. This one made an impression.
Later on, I learned that he’s been seen all over the country. The details are always the same; young, heavily bearded, dirty layered clothing, and injured. Truck drivers, who stay connected with CB radios, reportedly tracked his movements. They were incredible, he would be seen in places hundreds of miles apart, in impossible periods of time.
It’s not always his leg, sometimes he’s seen with his arm in a cast. In an outbreak of sightings in Texas, he was described as missing a leg, with an old-fashoned “peg” as a replacement. He looks like a drifter, but he never hitchhikes. He never speaks just glares, always the overpowering aura of madness and menace.
He’s always seen walking down the highways in bad weather, storms, wind, and rain. He’s a pitiful figure, but nobody stops, not once they get closer…
Have you seen the Road Troll? I’m using this page as a clearing-house for Road Troll sightings and stories. Drop me an e-mail. You don’t have to give your name, but I will use your story on this page. Put “Road Troll” in the subject line:
ghastlydoor@hotmail.com
Photographs and article © Will Jacques 2011
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