He pulled out some gloves and put them on which is the last thing I saw him doing as I got out and ran through their garage out the front, and inside my house next door terrified. And I could see him clearly, like 20 years later it’s still so vivid. The fence was a small chain link fence, so he definitely saw me and stopped. She went inside to ask for something and right as she left, a guy on a motorcycle drove down the alley and stopped. “I was like 6 years old and in the backyard of my best friend/neighbor swimming in a 3ft play pool thing. I’d love for him to die a slow and painful death, the sooner the better.” *** I see him comment on FB posts of the cousin he molested. Aunt divorced him but he’s still around because they had additional kids together. Fast forward 6-8 years later and we learn he molested my female cousin pretty much from the day he became her step-dad. These were family we would only see maybe a couple times per year and every time something about him gave me the heebies, even as a 14-year-old boy. She came into the marriage with a daughter who was about 8 at the time. “Aunt married her second husband and he just gave me the creeps. I shudder to think what may have happened if I hadn’t pretended to be on the phone that night.” *** I had the sense after my encounter to tell my work what happened and refuse to do night shift any more unless they paid for my taxi home. The description matched the car and the guys in it that followed me that night. I ran home with my phone ready should they change their mind and come back.Ī couple of months later I hear on the news that in my area there was a group picking up girls and gang raping them. I hear the driver say to his mate something about my conversation on the phone and then they take off. I try to keep it cool because I didn’t want to look frightened to encourage them that I am prey and start telling my ‘friend’ there’s a group of guys in a car harassing me and describing the car. It’s four guys all leering at me, the one in the passenger side starts saying things like, ‘how about we take you for a good time’ and his tone is predatory. A minute after doing so a car pulls up next to me on the empty road. “When I was 19 I was walking home at midnight from a tram stop and I got the feeling I should pretend I was on the phone. The guy who picked them up after I drove off was murdered and dumped in a swamp. It was Aileen Wuornos (the serial killer from the movie Monster) and her girlfriend. What if they really needed help?Ī few days later, I saw sketches of them on the news. I felt bad later and beat myself up for it. I got bad vibes and drove off right as they were reaching for my door. I pulled over to pick them up.Īs they walked up to my van, they exchanged creepy looks – sort of a “are we gonna do this?” expression. Based on their appearance, I thought they were leaving an abusive situation or something. One day I saw two women who looked rough hitchhiking on the side of I-295 in Jacksonville, FL. I was into Jesus and wanted to do good deeds. “I used to pick up hitchhikers in the 80s & early 90s.
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