Скачать или смотреть I’m a Weigh Station Clerk in Oregon. Strange Rules To Survive.

I took a one-night shift at a truck weigh station on a mountain pass in Oregon because I needed something clean, documented, and boring. I figured rules and paperwork could keep me steady. I was wrong. The checklist they handed me wasn’t about safety. It was about obedience, and the station had ways of rewarding it.
I’m Miles Kerr, the overnight weigh station clerk at Ridgeview Port Station, and my shift starts like any other—fog, headlights, a reefer trailer humming on the pad, the barrier arm lifting only when the sign says OPEN. Then the lane sign shows a message that shouldn’t exist. A printer spits out tickets I never requested. Dispatch answers a verification question the wrong way—too fast, too sure—like it’s testing my reflex instead of confirming my identity. And when a driver gets routed into a lane that isn’t on any map, the cameras keep recording even when the feed goes black.
This story is for anyone who’s ever trusted procedure because it felt safer than instinct. If you like creepypasta with grounded realism, escalating rules, and a final truth that sticks with you long after the shift ends, you’re in the right place.
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