"On the Russian Ice Road, You Always Help Your Fellow Travelers" Creepypasta

when people find out that my wife is Russian they imagine a tall blonde girl with a funny accent who wears heels for every grocery run reality couldn't be farther from the stereotype Lana is dark-haired speaks better English than I do and is completely obsessed with sneakers she does meet one stereotype though she never gets cold seeing how she lived in Russia until she was 18 not in Moscow of course did you know that Moscow is actually pretty warm there are entire states in America where winters are far colder than anything moscovites ever have to deal with no my wife comes from a tiny town far up in the Russian north in the tundra a dark gloomy and very cold place inside the Arctic Circle with extremely harsh winters and even harsher people a place that truly meets the stereotypes I've met my in-laws all of two times including our wedding both times they traveled to the United States frankly I never had any intention of visiting Lana's hometown until she got that fateful call nine days ago my mother-in-law had suffered a stroke while her condition was stable for the time being the local doctor expected the worst could happen at any minute transporting her to a better hospital was out of the question as she was in no state for that kind of a journey my wife made travel arrangements immediately I had a valid Russian visa from a business trip to Moscow a few weeks prior so I decided to go with her now getting to my wife's hometown isn't easy you're in for a long flight to Moscow then a connecting flight to Norilsk one of the largest cities in the Russian Tundra from there it's an hour-long trip down the unsa river by barge and summer and on cars over ice in the winter urgently getting to Moscow wasn't that hard there however we faced additional difficulties first of all apparently I couldn't actually fly tuna rail squid Lana as the city was closed to foreigners before we could even process that we were told that the airport was closed for all air traffic due to poor weather conditions and that the weather wasn't expected to improve at all that week I tried to console Lana as best as I could but the news of her mom getting worse drove her mad soon lana suggested an alternative it was possible to fly to a city a fair bit south of Norilsk which was safer from the storms for a modest fee a family friend living there was willing to take a day's journey up the ice road to Lana's hometown well more like a nights journey since according to him it was better to travel at night by cars light than by what past as daylight there I told my wife she was insane she however was adamant on her plan saying she's done Zim Nick how Russians call their ice roads many times with her dad and it was perfectly safe she wouldn't budge no matter how I pleaded and told me I was welcome to stay in Moscow obviously that wasn't an option and in the end I gave up we flew to our next destination and the cold hit me as soon as I stepped out of the plane it was a different kind of cold invasive and ruthless it didn't care about the layers of sweaters and socks I had on I shivered imagining how much colder it was going to get we met with the trucker who was to take us up north he called himself Kolya and addressed my wife as Sveta the Russian version of her name me he didn't address me at all instead referring to me derisive Lee as me stood America whenever he spoke to my wife Lana told me with a chuckle she didn't tell Kolya I could understand Russian although I don't think he would have cared Kolya was supposed to be a few years younger than my wife but appeared much older his skin and posture worn down by the harsh conditions of his homeland he laughed at our American shoes and coats and said he would pack extra jackets and socks for us just in case his brother helped load his truck which looked like it had seen the fall of the Soviet Union and then Kolya sat down to enjoy a shot of vodka one for the road my wife saw me blanch at that this isn't New York or even Moscow she said quietly people here are a bit behind in terms of DUI don't worry he won't drink enough to get impaired he's seen that kill people on the road indeed of the first shot was his last and Kolya hopped into the truck he offered my wife the shotgun seat which as far as I understood Russian macho culture was basically equivalent of throwing a glove in my face whatever as long as he got us there the road was a dark stretch of ice and packed snow powdered by the fresh snow that had fallen that morning snowdrifts had bordered both sides of the road and leaked onto its surface a fair bit otherwise it was the same barren flat surface for miles in the first couple of hours we saw a few cars going the opposite way to us then a car going in the same direction as us overtook us and disappeared in the darkness ahead at surprising speeds it was a tiny rusted through Subaru at that moment I gave up on understanding Russians then and there shortly after the Subaru disappeared it started snowing just a bit at first then more and more Kolya didn't seem bothered and I tried to stay calm as well which I managed mostly successfully until the wind joined in unlike the snow the wind started hard from the get-go have you ever heard the wind howling and become unsettled by the sound now imagine the same but in the depths of a black night lit only by your car's headlights except for your own vehicle the world around is silent and devoid of life frozen until spring not that you can see much through the thick snow that is now the winds plaything flooring around the car blanketing the windows our pace slowed to a crawl as Kolya swore colorfully in Russian maybe we should stop and wait it out I suggested nervously we can't Lana said without bothering to ask our driver if we stopped there's a good chance the car won't start again and we are stuck here waiting for someone to pick us up and the roads been empty today the realization we were at a very real risk of freezing to death hit me like a ton of bricks I leaned back into my seat and closed in my eyes wordlessly praying for the best the only response was the wind howling it sounded so strange it would start low and quiet and then grow louder and louder until it was a yowling crescendo and then cut off abruptly then start again and the sound came from different directions each starting at a different time like a pack of wolves howling at each other I opened my eyes to obvious tension in the car Lana and Kolya were both hunched forward peering intently through the glass for all the good it did them Kolya glanced back at me don't worry be happy Kolya proclaimed with a horrible Russian accent it's all okay don't worry America he was lying of course I might have been useless on the ice road but I was a criminal defense lawyer and a good one at that and Kolya was a bad liar there was sweat beating on his face and neck and his voice was forced he was very much afraid and that made me afraid too Kolya murmured something to my wife too quick and quiet for my distracted mind to decipher she simply nodded What did he say there's maybe a village half an hour up the road if we keep at this pace we get there and settle down until morning Lana sudden I see sorry about the delay in reality I was extremely happy to hear that bad wind huh Lana grab my hand quick and sudden as a snake don't mention the wind another sound came through the storm a long tinny wail that sent shivers down my spine it took me a few moments to recognize the familiar sound of wind whistling through walls and chimneys and then another moment to realize there were no walls around for the wind to whistle through I opened my mouth to comment and my wife she's a grip tightened on my arm in that moment I knew to keep quiet we drove in tension-filled silence as a cacophony of sounds erupted through the storm wails and shrieks howls and cries no way the wind was produced although the sounds grew closer grew louder I grabbed my wife's hand as we both stared desperately ahead through the flurry we barely made something out a large dark shape reflecting our lights or maybe piercing the darkness with the lights of its own Kolya cursed and swerved to the side we were passing by another car stuck in the snow its blinkers flashing stop Lynas at sudden and harsh what Kolya Aston Russian you're crazy stop my wife repeated on the ice road you help that's the rule remember Kolya gave her a long hard look that I didn't like at all that's the rule he echoed and hit the brakes slowing the car without actually stopping I opened the door and peered outside the driver of the stucked vehicle was already running towards us I recognized the car itself as the Subaru that passed us earlier thank God you people were the driver began giddy an idiot Kolya shouted and the guy shut up and jumped in quickly he was just a kid no older than twenty with dark red hair and a patchy little beard he looked cold and terrified thank God he repeated in a hushed whisper I was sure they'd get me they I asked confused Kolya and Lana turned to look at the kid in unison and their stares could kill they yeah I mean the wind and the snow the kid had corrected himself quickly I had a sudden abrupt feeling that it was too late for that even as I still had no clue as to what was going on we drove on and the interplay of howls and shrieks outside the car became unbearable in the silence what's your name I asked him the best I could he blinked at me see it again my parents are away it doesn't matter I shouldn't have been driving but I wanted to make it to my girlfriend's birthday quiet my wife barked and we did immediately I noticed the change in the surrounding sounds they were much louder now the highest pitch shrieks rang in my ears the low insistent howling seemed to surround the car and every now and then something that sounded like an actual roar cut through the night the car picked up the pace I looked at Kolya and realized he was absolutely flooring the gas pedal poor visibility be damned his truck was lurching along as fast as it can manage in the conditions and yet the encroaching racket made it obvious we were nowhere near fast enough then the car hit something we were all jerked forward as the truck came to a staggering halt I hit my temple hard on the back of my wife's seat what was that I groaned must have hit a chunk of ice or something Lana's voice sounded strangely muffled I remember focusing on her lips and how pale and thin they looked the dull resounding pain in my had exploded into something hot and overwhelming and I collapsed into the backseat he's passed out Sergei called out I wanted to correct him but my voice wouldn't obey me my lid seemed away at ton each I could barely open my eyes enough to see the trio of Russians huddled together the cars flickering light illuminated their pale faces what now Sergei asked nervously well let's see I don't think I would have been able to understand a complex Russian in that state if it wasn't my Lana speaking her voice so familiar down to every inflection why don't you go out and check what we hit and see if we can clear it somehow what we helped you didn't we in the cars alight Lana's green eyes seem to very blue so why don't you return the favor after all on the ice road you help each other that's the rule Kolya grumbled in agreement then he reached over and pulled out a rifle and aimed it at the boy Sergey whimpered you know they're out there well Lana's voice was impeccably calm and cold I guess you better not speak about them out loud better not even think about them really my eyes closed against my will I heard a door swing open in a rush of cold air finally I passed out for real and in my unconsciousness I dreamed of horrified screaming and a single terrible roar that filled the night I came to during the day on a couch of some local family that agreed to house us for a bit of cash my wife fussed over me once she was sure I was conscious and lucid she rushed me into the car saying we could do the rest of the drive by day and an actual doctor could look at me in her own town I settled in the back seat of the car vague memories haunted me where's the kid what kid darling Lana asked in sincere surprise there was no kid we travelled alone Kolya added in Russian and I wondered how he knew what I was asking about or that I'd understand his answer but allowed I could only say the young redheaded kid sweetie I'm getting really worried you must have hit your head harder than I thought we gotta get you checked out as soon as we get back to the States maybe even a check-up in Moscow I didn't really know what to say after that we made it the rest of the way uneventful II unfortunately my mother-in-law had slipped into unconsciousness before we even set out for the drive and she passed away several hours after our arrival Lana didn't even get to say a proper goodbye she is obviously devastated right now so I'm trying my best to focus on comforting her we're staying here until the funeral and I can't say I'm looking forward to the ride back my father-in-law graciously gifted me a proper Russian winter coat so I went ahead and packed my American camel coat that proved terribly insufficient for the weather as I was folding it I noticed a few curly red hair stuck to the light beige fabric and at that moment I felt so cold [Music]

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Length: 17min 19sec (1039 seconds)

Published: Sat Mar 03 2018