Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Hunting a Killer Trucker I Went Undercover on the Dark Web to Stop Vehicular Murders #74

Episode Date: August 8, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrime #darkweb #undercover #killertrucker #vehicularmurders  This gripping tale follows an investigator who infiltrates the dark web’s hidden corners to stop a dangerous trucker using his rig as a weapon to kill innocent victims. Blending horror and true crime, it reveals the terrifying underbelly of online anonymity and the perilous hunt to bring a highway murderer to justice.  #horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #scarystories #horrorstory #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrime #darkweb #undercover #killertrucker #vehicularmurders #serialkiller #roadkillermystery #darknet #crimeinvestigation #highwaykiller #twistedmind #dangerousroad #crimefighter #coldcase  

I worked in the Philadelphia Police Department's anti-cyber sex trafficking division for two years. I would basically bait and trap sex offenders or I would hunt down the most vile offenders. I couldn't handle the satanic nature of the job so I quit, but there was really something equally macab and a deadly phenomenon that I stumbled upon while I was perusing the dark web's chat rooms. What I came across were a group of individuals who owned their own tractor trailer trucks who would intentionally target random cars and basically crash into or roll onto the car, where the objective would be to kill all of the occupants. It seemed like the group of truckers would wait until their trucks were so old that they would

be worthless and the trucks would be fully insured so there would be no financial recourse. Before I left the Philadelphia Police Department, I tried to file a report about what I discovered regarding the malicious truck accidents, but I was just astonished on how a known body in the department cared. It was like take a number and wait in line, then they'll make you wait long enough where you'll just say I don't care anymore and I was actually a member of the police department and was treated this way. The malicious truck crashes didn't really fit into any of the sexy categories for the department to care about. Technically, the truck drivers didn't care if they got a new truck or not from their insurance so insurance fraud wasn't considered or investigated. The crime didn't involve a gun or a home invasion, so nobody really cared enough within the car.

the department to investigate the cases and just classified them as accidents. The one thing that I did know was that those psychopath truck drivers videotaped themselves slamming into the other cars, so I knew if I could get my hands on the actual audio of the videotapes, then I could bring them into court. It's not easy getting into the underbelly of the dark web. You have to navigate through a lot of different encryptions and then be invited into the host's chat room. When I worked for the police department, I would use photos of undercover agents we had that looked like 14-year-olds, however, they were really police officers in their 20s. Then the sickos would think I was a trafficker and then would bargain with me for an exchange of goods. Basically sell me

your kid and I know this chat room where people intentionally kill people for fun. So with my credentials that I sneaked out from the department, I eventually found myself back into the truck driver's delight, chat room. I had to use an ounce of common sense and assumed that some of the people in the chat room weren't actually involved in the truck accidents and were just posing as the actual truck drivers from real accidents and I considered them wannabies. But I knew there were real murderers in the chat room and I was going to find them. I was astonished to find out that there were over 300 different truckers in the chat room. After a while I learned that the majority of them were men between 30 to 75. Most of them met each other at truck stops throughout

the United States. Considering that there are 3.5 million truck drivers in the United States alone, so 300 is a relatively small number and the majority of them are probably just one a bees. Every night I logged into the chat room and tried to focus on truckers who lived in the Philadelphia area because of my limited resources. One online user Fuzzy Zolan was bragging that his truck had close to 800,000 miles and was ready for the hurting. All of the online users in the chat room shared a unity and a hatred towards ordinary everyday cars. From the text that I read, I gathered the truckers had a lot of built-up rage from constantly being cut off by cars which led to legitimate accidents in their past.

I gathered that Fuzzy Zolan frequented I, 76, also known as the the Schoolkill Expressway because he texted that, some Dushabag cut me off today on the schoolkill and he's lucky I didn't just run his car over. Another user texted, why didn't you? Fuzzy Zolan responded, because he had a flyer's sticker on his bumper. The texting continued between Fuzzy Zolan and the other online truckers in the chat room and then Fuzzy Zolan texted another clue when he said, by 8.56 I scared all the traffic away, which meant he was on I'd 76 sometime around 9 a.m. The final and probably best clue I got was

when Fuzzy Zolan was bragging how much he loved hockey, that he painted his cab orange. From the time I worked on the police department there seemed to be a pattern of people who used online chat rooms where they always seemed to want to brag to each other and they always thought they were completely untraceable and would eventually get careless and put their guard down. I'm currently doing freelance IT work for private businesses which doesn't pay much but I can work remotely anywhere, so I decided to camp out on the shoulder of I-76 by the city line exit and sit and wait for Fuzzy Zolan to come by. All I really had on him was that his cab was orange and he's on the highway probably between 8 o'clock and 10 a.m. I-76 is an overly trafficked road with

bumper to bumper traffic especially during rush hour, so I felt completely terrified waiting on the shoulder of the road with the constant threat of a car or truck swerving into me. I started on a Monday and I waited on the shoulder from 7.30 to 10.30 a.m. and there wasn't a single orange truck that drove by. The same thing was true for Tuesday. On Wednesday, there was an orange truck, but it was a 2019 Peterbilt model which would make it too new to have high mileage. On Thursday, I contemplated moving to a different part of I-76 because the highway stretched for at least 15 miles through Philadelphia and where I was by the City Line Avenue exit was possibly an area of the road he wasn't driving on. Then at 848 I saw a tractor trailer with an orange cab. I literally

spit my coffee on my windshield because I was so surprised that I saw an orange cab. I quickly threw my car into gear and aggressively merged onto I, 76. I have a pretty expensive dash-can camera but I have to be behind the truck in order to film the accident. The cars were nearly bumper to bumper so accelerating past cars wasn't easy so I actually went on the right hand shoulder to pass several cars and got back on the highway. I was now only three cars behind the orange truck and I wanted to get in front of at least one more car which eventually I did. Anyone who has ever driven a cat knows that it doesn't take long before someone will cut off a truck and especially the morning commuters headed toward Center City. So I stayed for

far enough from the truck and the car in front of me. I quickly picked up that this orange truck was driving unnecessarily fast for the amount of traffic on the road. Typically I observed truck drivers would intentionally drive slow to give themselves enough time to stop, but this orange truck was throwing caution in the wind. I felt like I was filming a kamikaze that was about to slam into an aircraft carrier and I felt completely helpless. Then stupid me thought of something. What if I get in front of the truck and try to slow it down with my 2016 Corolla? I figured if I could slow him down enough then with my airbags I wouldn't die if he decided to slam into me. So I put my blinker on and put my car onto the right hand shoulder of the road.

I knew if I passed him on the shoulder and if he saw my car then he would have intentionally slammed into me, so I accelerated as quickly as I could once I was on the shoulder. I was sweating bullets from out of nowhere. If this was the murderous truck driver, then this would be the closest that I've come to death. I got to the midpoint of the truck's trailer and I had the pedal to the floor which was extremely dangerous with all of the debris on the shoulder of the road. I got to the truck's cab and I could see the driver with a baseball cap, glasses, and a beard looked down at me through his passenger side mirror.

Then the psychopath quickly turned his steering wheel to the right where he went hand over hand without hesitation and the front of his cab came directly towards the back of my car. I yelled out some unintelligible words as I braced for impact while I kept my foot on the gas pedal. About two seconds later I miraculously passed his truck and I saw the truck do this violent collision onto the right hand shoulder of the road which is essentially a grass embankment close by the zoo's exit. I quickly slowed down to the point that I stop and go back onto shoulder. The truck had tipped over on its passenger side. With these type of violent truck accidents, I knew this dirt bag was going to be fine. So I gave every impression that I was rushing over to his truck cab to offer him assistance.

I wanted to be the first one to get to the truck so I got out of my car and ran over to the truck from the shoulder. I climbed up the truck through the driver's side door and I said, Hey, buddy, are you okay? He wasn't wearing his seatbelt so he was leaning against the passenger's side door with no apparent injuries. He responded, yeah, I think I'm fine. I said, I saw you turn your steering wheel into right into my car. Your fuzzy Zolan right, he looked at me like he just saw an alien. He was just so shocked. So I fully opened the driver's side door and awkwardly leaned down into the passenger side, while holding onto the door frame with my left hand and I must have punched him in the face about 30 times. I really didn't care how much I was going to hurt him because I

knew he had just tried to kill me. After the last punch, I felt like I just sprained my hand, so I grabbed the driver's wallet and grabbed his license. I said, listen you piece of crap. I know who you are now, so I'll expose you to the whole world all over social media so the next time you decide to have a truck accident, you'll go to prison for the rest of your life. Unfortunately, I knew I didn't record him on my camera and this was the best that I could do. I went back on the truck driver's delight, chat room the following week fishing for my next perpetrator.