I was delivering and installing machines. Since I was behind schedule, I decided to drive late to my next destination. There were no streetlights [and] no other cars.
At the peak of feeling like I was in the middle of nowhere, every single light on the dashboard of the truck lit up, and then it stalled. Now it's pitch black. I am stopped, and the truck isn't restarting. I shut everything down and started making phone calls. I looked up and saw something move in front of the truck, just out of the distance of [my hazard] lights.
I finally got a hold of someone, and they told me it would be 2-3 hours before they could get a mechanic for me.
So now I am sitting in silence. The only noise is the clicking the hazard lights are making, and I am staring out the windshield into a void of darkness when I see movement again. I threw on [my] high beams. The headlights caught three wolves snacking on something that looked like roadkill. I honked the horn and they looked at me like they were irritated more than scared. The wolves more than likely weren't going to bother me, but it was spooky just knowing they were there. So I shut the lights off.
I suddenly heard what I can only equate to a woman's scream of terror that sounded like it came from right behind the truck. Then something slammed into the side of the truck, hard enough to rock it.
I turned every light on… and laid on the horn. I was checking both mirrors, and the only thing I saw was a shadow bolt across the road. I also noticed the wolves were gone. From every nature documentary I've watched, the only time predators leave food is when there are bigger predators around.
I could hear it thrashing around in the brush [nearby], breaking sticks and what sounded to be logs. I basically had the steering wheel gripped, all the lights on, and was feverishly looking out the windows, and through the mirrors to make sure nothing was around the immediate area of the truck.
Finally, I saw some headlights through one of my mirrors. The noise stopped as the headlights approached. It was obviously the mechanic. [He] pulled out in front of me. My headlights were shining on his truck. As his door opened to step out, we both heard the scream again and the brush-thrashing intensified. His door immediately closed, and my phone rang.
He called my phone asking me what it was. He sounded more panicked than me. I had no clue what it was, and he had no clue what it was. So, the mechanic called the police.
Two state police officers showed up. They lit that area up like it was a stadium. I finally stepped out of the truck for the first time since it all started.
We heard that scream three more times while the mechanic was working on my truck. Thankfully they were getting further away. The cops had no clue what it was, either. They were kind of spooked, too.
The mechanic finally got my truck running, and I made it to my hotel for the night. [On] the side [of the truck] that was hit, there was an indentation about the size of a basketball, about 7 feet off the ground.
I have no idea what it was. I probably never will. I do confidently know that I will never, ever drive through the Upper Peninsula at night again.
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