S2E80 - The Breadbox at the Jericho Rest Stop

In November of 1998, I was driving a stretch of highway that doesn't exist anymore. Somewhere between Jericho and nowhere, I pulled into a rest stop that had no business being there. Inside, a woman sat alone at a plastic table, and beside her was a breadbox. Not a lunchbox, not a cooler — a breadbox, the kind you'd find on a grandmother's counter in 1962. She didn't speak. She didn't move. But the breadbox was breathing, and I made the mistake of asking what was inside. What followed was a night I cannot forget, a story that belongs to the dark be...