The Haunted Stripper Bus

Alaska has some interesting places. Some of them are on the map, and others are not. One of the little known engineering efforts of central Alaska is the Davidson Ditch. Along one of the pipeline sections of the Davidson Ditch is a broken down bus called the Crazy Horse. It later became known as the "Haunted Stripper Bus".

I'll let my buddy Daniel tell the story in his own words:

Last night I camped out at mile 54 of the Steese where we typically go shooting. I drove back all the way to the abandoned Crazy Horse bus and parked my car in the typical sleeping position (on a steep incline to level the seats). I applied the parking brake and got out to have a cigarette, some gin, and to look around. Everything seemed to be in order. I was not blocking in any moose hunters, and the bus, for all intents and purposes, was still abandoned. I was all alone in the woods.

I climbed into the passenger seat and went to sleep. I was awoken about an hour later by the sound of a voice off in the distance. I wiped the windows clean of condensation and peered out. As soon as I leaned forward the voice stopped. My mind must be playing tricks on me, I thought. There was no sign of anyone outside, but a thick fog had settled in the valley and was growing denser by the minute. I laid back into passenger seat. Almost immediately the voice started again: faint but distinctly that of a woman. "Fine", I told myself aloud, "I'll go take a look".

I grabbed my shotgun and flashlight and climbed out of the jeep. The parking brake on the jeep creaked eerily as I got out, adding to the anxiety. I looked all around the car the best I could but the fog was too thick now to see more than a few feet in front of me. I saw and heard nothing. Just then the brakes on the jeep released and the car started to roll. I dropped the gun and the flashlight and ran back to the car swearing loudly and hoping that it would not roll back into the bog on the other side. The jeep stopped as soon as I touched the door and I quickly got in and put it in gear. I sighed in relief. In the next moment of silence, I hear the voice again louder this time. It was coming from the direction of bus which was now illuminated through the fog by the flashlight.

I got out and decided it was time to stop screwing around and get this over with. I walked over and picked up the light and shotgun, racking a round as I approached the bus. The closer I got to the bus the louder the voice became but I still couldn't make out what it was saying. I went in through the front door and the voice was at its loudest, but the bus was dark and still littered with junk. No one was here but the voice seemed to be coming from every direction as I turned in the bus. Just then, a tree outside the bus banged into the side shaking everything. I ran for the back door and was confronted by a big bull moose. He just stared at me for a moment through the back door, snorting thick jets of breath visible in the cool night air. I gestured at him and spoke softly that I was not going to shoot him. Then he turned and ran off away from the jeep and bus and through the woods disappearing in the fog.

When he left I noticed the voice again and decided it was time to move to another place for the night. I went back to the jeep; my legs making a small wake in the fog. The voice faded as soon as I left the bus. I climbed in the jeep and the voice piped back up. Just then I looked down and noticed a dim light coming from the front pocket of my sweatshirt. My iPod was on and playing podcasts. I must have turned it on when I was sleeping and the sound was just faint enough to only be heard when reflecting off of a car or the bus. I called myself an idiot and patted the God of the jeep (a Buddha statue) on the head, pulled forward up the incline again left the jeep in gear and went back to sleep. I didn't hear anymore voices for the rest of the night but the following morning the moose was back eating the trees by the bus.