It starts in a bathroom, a truck driver is looking at himself in the mirror, when his skin grays like a corpse. He shakes it off as a figment of his imagination and drives off to do his delivery. In the cab of the truck he listens to the radio. It's night. A story comes on about the hotel massacre that factors so heavily into the rest of the film. He reaches down to turn it off. When he looks back at the curvy dark road, a man is standing there and he runs him over. He gets out to see if it really happened, and notices a wind blowing through the trees. The branches seperate and in the area around him ghosts appear out of the darkness staring out at him. They're identical in the distance like stone markers, unmoving. He scuttles back to the truck, rocking himself in fear. The camera focuses on his face, he's covering his eyes with his hands. It pans back and you realize that all the ghosts are in the cab, their faces inches away from the trucker's. Staring.

Freaked us out!