‘A great deal of speculation seems to have gone into ‘The Collected Warnings About Hitchhikers.’ For each story with the backing of an actual headline, there are three or four that have clearly arrived at the museum by word of mouth and this practice is all but confirmed by a book near the exit in which visitors are asked to log their own hitchhiker horror stories. An astute traveler might notice the many redacted entries inside, stories which, no doubt, recall positive interactions between strangers on the road. These anecdotes are not welcome in the museum. The owner makes that very clear.
Esteban Cooke broke ground on ‘The Collected Warnings About Hitchhikers’ shortly after his 16 year old son ran away from home. Steven Cooke was the last of his five children, each of whom disappeared into the Wayside around the same age and each of whom followed in the footsteps of their mother, Luciana Cooke. Their stories are made public in the museum itself, their likenesses recreated in scarecrow structures wearing (one must assume) the clothes they left behind and each smiling or grimacing through a wax ball that Esteban estimates is near enough to a bust. The figures shift and twitch with the help of rudimentary robotics while they explain (through Esteban’s falsetto) their tragic fate on the road. Whether he means to or not, Esteban allows an amount of mocking into these performances.
Most other exhibits reiterate your ‘Resurrection Marys’ and your ‘Hook-Handed Slashers,’ claiming that similar incidents have been reported in every state, along every road, and ‘are written in scar tissue on the hearts of those left behind.’ A renovation set to become ‘a gruesome series of hitchhiking murder scenes in 3D’ has been in process for the better part of a decade.
The only section that seems to differ notably from the major contents of the museum is a wing that details a mysteriously-sourced translation of ‘Hitchhiker’s Thumb,’ a coded language that the museum takes very seriously. The exposé hinges upon the idea that hitchhikers are universally versed in this language and honor-bound to declare their intentions before entering a vehicle. A thumb leaning forward, for instance, is a signal that the hitchhiker means to murder a driver for their car (the forward lean a suggestion that they only kill as a means to an end). A thumb leaning back indicates a killer-for-fun with a specialty in ducking behind the driver’s seat and leaping out to strangle their host (the leaned-back thumb representing the struggling victim). Movement of the thumb at any point can foreshadow the inevitable killing in a number of ways- the swiftness with which the thumb is dropped can be scaled to understand the patience of the murderer, the waggling of a thumb might suggest torture preceding death.
The number of ways Esteban Cooke has imagined the murder of his family on the road is astounding. One leaves ‘The Collected Warnings About Hitchhikers’ feeling as though they’ve glimpsed a man’s embarrassing fetish and harboring pity for his lost family, not swayed by the stories of their demise, but by the understanding that they had to live with its owner.
-an excerpt, Autumn by the Wayside
