Chilling Real-Life Tales of Online Deals Gone Wrong

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:06):
Selling things online always comes with a bit of risk.
You never know who's on the other side of the
transaction or what their real intentions are. But I'd used
Craigslist plenty of times before and never had any real issues.
So when I decided to sell my old bike, Craigslist
seemed like the obvious choice. I had outgrown it in
more ways than one. It was still in good condition,

(00:29):
though just not practical for the kind of biking I
was doing now. I posted some pictures, wrote up a description,
and set a fair price. Within a day, I got
a response from someone named Jeffrey. He said he was
interested and wanted to come by to take a look.
Simple enough, right, I didn't think twice about inviting him over.
I had done this before. Usually people came, checked out

(00:51):
the item and either bought it or didn't. Easy. But
this time, Yeah, this time was something else. Jeffrey seemed eager,
messaging me throughout the day with questions about the bike,
how well it rode, if there were any problems, and
when would be a good time to swing by. I
answered everything and we agreed he'd come by around seven

(01:11):
pm that evening. It was fall so the sun was
already dipping by then, but it wasn't too late. I
didn't mind the timing. Besides, I figured an evening sale
might be easier, since there'd be fewer people around, less noise,
less hassle. My neighborhood was safe, or at least it
always felt that way. I was comfortable. I prepped the bike,

(01:33):
cleaned it up a bit, and rolled it out into
the front yard. It was one of those cooler evenings,
with a light breeze and that crisp smell of autumn
in the air. I checked my phone. Jeffrey was on
his way. A little after seven pm, A car pulled
up in front of my house, not just Jeffrey, three
guys stepped out instead. The moment I saw them, I

(01:53):
felt a pang of unease. Jeffrey hadn't mentioned bringing anyone
with him, and none of them looked like the kind
of person who'd be interested in a bike. They were big,
broad shouldered, and dressed casually. I tried not to judge
too quickly. Maybe Jeffrey had just brought some friends along
for the ride, but deep down I knew something wasn't right.

(02:15):
One of the guys waved at me as they approached smiling.
He introduced himself as Jeffrey, but his voice didn't match
the casual tone of the messages. His smile felt forced.
The other two guys hung back a bit, not saying anything. Hey,
Jeffrey said, his eyes scanning the bike. This the one,
I nodded, trying to keep things light. Yep, that's it,

(02:38):
just tuned it up yesterday. Want to take it for
a spin. One of the guys stepped forward, looking at
the bike like he didn't even care about it. He
was more interested in the house, looking at the front
door than back at me. That's when the second guy
spoke up, mind if I use your bathroom real quick.
That threw me off. I wasn't expecting anyone to ask
to come inside, but it wasn't the first time someone

(03:01):
had needed to use the bathroom during a sail, so
I figured it wasn't that weird. Sure, I said, motioning
toward the door. Just straight through the hallway. I kept
my eyes on the two guys standing outside as the
third one walked into the house. They were acting casual,
but it felt forced, like they were waiting for something.

(03:21):
Jeffrey kept talking about the bike, asking if it had
been in any accidents, but I could tell he wasn't
really interested in my answers. His eyes kept shifting between
me and the house, like he was waiting for a signal.
That's when I realized the guy who had gone inside
had been gone way too long. I excused myself, telling
Jeffrey I needed to check something real quick inside. The

(03:43):
moment I stepped into the house, I noticed it was
too quiet. No sound of footsteps, no flushing toilet, just silence.
I walked through the hallway, past the bathroom and saw
the door was slightly ajar empty. Pannic hit me. Then
where was he? I turned and headed toward the living room.
My heart quickened as I searched the space. The guy

(04:05):
wasn't in the bathroom, and he definitely wasn't in the hallway.
Then I saw movement the back door. It was slightly open,
like someone had slipped out. I could feel my heart
start to race. I moved toward the door, not sure
what I was going to find. When I heard the
faintest creak from the floor above me. He was upstairs
and he had no reason to be there. I didn't think,

(04:27):
I just acted. I bolted toward the front door. Adrenaline
kicking in. As I reached the doorway, one of the
guys stepped in front of me, blocking my exit. He
didn't say anything, just stood there with this blank expression,
his hands at his sides, like he was ready to
stop me if I tried to push past. Everything All right, man,

(04:48):
Jeffrey asked from behind me, his voice calm but with
an edge that made my skin crawl. I think you
guys should leave, I said, trying to sound firm, but
my voice wavered. Jeffrey took a step closer. We're not
done looking at the bike, are we. My gut screamed
at me to do something, but I was trapped one
guy in the house, another blocking the door, and Jeffrey

(05:09):
closing in. I looked toward the staircase, hoping to catch
sight of the third guy, but there was nothing, just
the growing realization that I had let these strangers into
my house and now I was paying for it. Suddenly
I heard a loud thud from upstairs, followed by footsteps
fast and heavy. Whoever was up there wasn't hiding anymore.

(05:32):
Without thinking, I lunged for the side door leading to
the garage. The guy blocking the front door moved to
grab me, but I escaped. I sprinted through the garage,
fumbling for the remote to open the overhead door. As
it slowly cranked upward, I could hear footsteps behind me
getting closer. The door wasn't even halfway up when I

(05:52):
ducked and rolled under it, scraping my arms on the concrete.
As I scrambled to my feet, I heard the garage
door slam shut behind me just as I burst into
the driveway. Running for my neighbor's house. I pounded on
their door, yelling for help, praying someone was home. After
what felt like an eternity, the door swung open and
my neighbor, an older guy named Jack, stepped out. They're

(06:14):
in my house, I shouted, call the cops. The police
arrived in minutes, but by the time they got there,
the three men were gone. They had taken a few things,
some cash, my wallet, and an old iPad. I didn't
use much, But the real loss was the sense of
safety I'd always felt in my own home. The cops
told me I was lucky. It could have been much worse.

(06:36):
They had seen scams like this before, people posing as
buyers to scope out houses, waiting for the right moment
to rob or worse, the fact that I had gotten
out when I did probably saved me from something more dangerous.
I spent the next few days on edge, jumping at
every little noise. I couldn't stop thinking about what could
have happened if I hadn't made that run for the garage.

(06:59):
I never saw anything on Craigslist again that bike. I
gave it away for free. I had just moved into
my new apartment in Julian, California, and like anyone trying
to save a few bucks, I was all over Craigslist
looking for cheap or free furniture. You'd be surprised at

(07:21):
what people are willing to give away. A few days
into the search, I came across this ad for a
Maplewood TV stand. The pictures made it look solid, well made,
almost new, and best of all, it was free. The
seller Anna didn't give much information beyond pickup required, must
take today. I figured it was worth checking out. I mean,

(07:42):
it was for free, after all. I sent a quick
text to the number in the ad asking if the
TV stand was still available. The response came almost instantly, Yes,
it's still here. Are you able to pick it up today?
I shot back a yeah, that works, and asked for
the address. Anna sent it over, along with a weirdly
specific instruction, I won't be home, but the door will

(08:04):
be unlocked. Just go in and take the stand. That
gave me pause. I don't know about you, but something
about walking into a stranger's house while they weren't there
didn't feel right at all. I didn't want to seem paranoid, though,
and it wasn't like I hadn't seen stranger stuff on
Craigslist before. Maybe she was at work and just didn't

(08:25):
have time to be there for the pickup. So against
my better judgment, I agreed. The address was a bit
out of the way, where the houses are more spread
out and there's a lot of open land. It wasn't
the most populated area, but it wasn't totally isolated either,
one of those places where you'd feel safe during the
day but not so much at night. The drive was

(08:46):
chill at the beginning, nothing going on. The roads were familiar,
and I had my music on trying to relax, But
as I got closer things started to feel different. The
sun was starting to set as I pulled into the
driveway of what looked like a typical suburban home, though
it had clearly seen better days. The front yard was overgrown,
with weeds creeping up onto the cracked concrete walkway. There

(09:10):
was no car in the driveway, just the house sitting there,
quiet and still. I turned off the car and stared
at the place for a second. The porch light flickered weakly,
as if it was on its last leg, and the
whole thing just had this vibe. You know, that feeling
when you step into a place and it feels like
something's watching you even though there's no one around. That's

(09:32):
what hit me the moment I parked still. I wasn't
about to back out now, it was just a TV stand,
and I figured I'd be in and out. I texted
Anna again to let her know I had arrived, but
didn't get a reply. No big deal, she had said
she wouldn't be home after all. I got out of
the car, walked up to the front door, and just
like she said, it was unlocked. I pushed it open

(09:55):
and stepped inside. The moment I stepped in, I was
hit by this heavy mustle ssty smell. It wasn't exactly foul,
but it definitely wasn't the smell of a house someone
had been living in recently. The air felt stale, like
it hadn't been aired out in a while. I stood
in the entryway for a moment, letting my eyes adjust
to the dim light. The house was eerily quiet, except

(10:17):
for a faint creaking sound that I assumed was just
the old wooden floors settling. I did my best to
shake off the weird feeling creeping up on me. It
was an old house. Old houses made noises, right. I
took a deep breath and stepped further inside. There wasn't
much furniture in the living room, just an old couch

(10:37):
and a coffee table that looked like it had seen
better days. The TV stand, the one I was here
to pick up, was sitting against the far wall. It
was bigger than I expected, solid wood like the ad said,
but it didn't look like something someone would just give
away for free. I looked around the room, feeling more
and more out of place. The house didn't feel lived in.

(10:58):
There were no pictures on the walls, no decorations, nothing
that made it seem like anyone had called this place
home for a while. Just as I was about to
head over to the TV stand I heard something. It
was faint, almost like a whisper, but unmistakable a voice,
a woman's voice, coming from upstairs. I froze. At first.
I thought maybe I was hearing things, maybe it was

(11:19):
the wind, or maybe I was just imagining things because
of the way this place felt. But then I heard
it again, a little louder this time, Hello, is someone there?
It was unmistakably a woman's voice, but something about it
didn't sit right with me. It was too soft, too distant,
like it wasn't coming from someone standing in a room,

(11:39):
but from somewhere further. I took a deep breath and
called out Anna. No response. My pulse was quickening, and
I wasn't sure what to do. Anna had said she
wouldn't be home, so who was upstairs? Part of me
wanted to get the hell out of there right then,
but the other part, the part that didn't want to
seem like a coward, kept me rooted to the spot.

(12:01):
Maybe she had come home after all. Maybe it was nothing,
But then why wouldn't she have responded to my text?
I looked up toward the stairs, and that's when I
saw it, the shadow of feet, just visible from the landing.
Someone was standing there, just out of sight. My heart
jumped into my throat. The feet didn't move, didn't shift,

(12:22):
they were just standing there, like whoever it was was
waiting for me to come up. That voice echoed in
my head again, but now it sounded wrong, hollow. Suddenly
I realized the voice i'd heard it wasn't quite right.
It had sounded like a woman at first, but now
thinking back, there was something off about it. It was
too deep, almost like someone trying to imitate a woman.

(12:45):
My gut twisted, and I knew without a doubt that
whatever was upstairs wasn't Anna. Before I could react, the
feet moved, quick, heavy footsteps started toward the stairs, toward me.
The door at the top of the stairs swung open,
slamming against the wall, and I didn't wait to see
what was coming down. I bolted for the front door.

(13:06):
My feet slipped on the dusty floor, and I nearly
fell as I grabbed the door handle and yanked it open.
Behind me, I heard a voice, deep, angry, nothing like
the soft Anna i'd heard before. Where do you think
you're going? I didn't answer. I flew out of the house,
practically leaping down the porch steps and sprinted to my car.

(13:27):
I struggled with the keys, my hands shaking, before finally
getting them into the ignition. I started the car and
sped out of the driveway. I didn't slow down until
I was miles down the road, surrounded by street lights
and traffic. Again, I pulled into a gas station parking
lot and just sat there for a minute, trying to
catch my breath. I grabbed my phone and looked at

(13:48):
the text thread with Anna, no new messages, no explanation
for what I just experienced. I blocked the number immediately.
I thought about reporting the whole thing to the police.
But what would I say that I heard a creepy
voice and saw someone's feet, that I nearly walked into
what exactly a setup, a trap. I didn't have any answers,

(14:10):
and honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted any. And even
though I got away, I can't stop thinking about what
would have happened if I'd been just a little slower,
if I hadn't listened to my gut when I realized
that voice wasn't right. I'd been trying to break into

(14:32):
modeling for a while, nothing serious, just some small gigs
Instagram collaborations, stuff like that. But I needed professional headshots,
something more polished, to send to agencies. So, like any
broke aspiring model, I started looking for photographers on Craigslist.
I know it's not the safest option, but when you're
on a budget, you don't have a lot of choices.

(14:53):
That's how I came across Leo. His ad was simple,
professional photographer looking to expand portfolio, offering discounted rates for headshots.
He had a couple of sample photos in the listing
and they looked legit. Nothing too flashy, just well lit,
clean portraits of people who didn't look overly posed. I

(15:15):
figured it was worth checking out. I emailed him and
he replied saying he had an opening later that week.
We arranged to meet at his studio, which he said
was in a part of town I wasn't super familiar with,
but wasn't too far from the city center. Everything seemed fine,
and honestly, I was just excited to get some professional
shots without spending a fortune, But looking back, there were

(15:38):
a few things that should have been red flags. The
day of the shoot, I drove out to the address
Leo had given me. The neighborhood was not what I expected.
It wasn't exactly run down, but it had that abandoned
warehouse vibe, like a place where businesses had thrived once
but hadn't been touched in years. A lot of the
buildings were old and crumbling, and there wasn't much foot traffic.

(16:02):
Most of the shops were closed, with faded for lease
signs in the windows. Leo's studio was in one of
those buildings, a cramped two story office that screamed eighties
vibes like it hadn't been updated in decades. The paint
was peeling and the windows were covered with grime. There
wasn't even a sign outside, just the building number, faded

(16:22):
and barely visible. I double checked the address he'd given
me and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my gut.
I almost turned around then, but I had driven all
the way out there, and I needed those headshots, so
I parked and headed inside. The front door creaked when
I pushed it open, and I stepped into what could
generously be described as a lobby. It was small, just

(16:45):
a desk with a couple of old chairs. There was
no receptionist, no signs or artwork, just a plain empty space.
That smelled faintly of mold. I was about to text
Leo to let him know I was there when a
door at the back of the room opened and he
stepped out. He was tall, maybe in his early forties,
with short hair and glasses. He was wearing a plain

(17:06):
black T shirt and jeans, and his demeanor was casual friendly.
Even Hey, Sophie, right, he said, walking toward me and
extending his hand. Glad you made it come on in
the studio's just in the back. I shook his hand,
my stomach still doing flips, but I smiled and followed
him down a narrow hallway. The lighting was dim and
the floor creaked with every step. I kept glancing around,

(17:29):
trying to take in my surroundings, but there wasn't much
to see, just old aided walls and a few closed doors.
We reached the end of the hall and he opened
another door, leading me into a small room with a
backdrop set up against one wall. There was a single
overhead light and a camera on a tripod. It was basic,

(17:49):
but I figured it would do the job. Go ahead
and take a seat, Leo said, gesturing toward a stool
in the middle of the room. We'll start with some
simple headshots, and then if you're comfortable, we can do
a few more creative poses. I sat down, trying to
shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled over me
since I arrived. He fiddled with the camera, adjusting the

(18:11):
lens and checking the lighting. I watched him for a moment,
and that's when I noticed something strange. There were no
other photos in the room, no examples of his work,
no previous clients, nothing, just bare walls and that single camera.
He must have caught me looking, because he gave me
this weird smile. I usually keep things pretty minimal in here,

(18:34):
he said, almost like he was reading my mind. I
find it helps people focus better. I nodded, not really
sure what to say. The whole thing just felt a
bit off, but since I was already there, I didn't
want to look like I was freaking out, so I
sat still and waited as he adjusted the camera and
started taking a few test shots. At first, everything seemed normal.

(18:58):
Leo clicked away, giving me directions like chin up a little,
or look off to the side. It wasn't until about
ten minutes in that things started to get weird. Try
loosening up a bit, he said, after a few shots,
maybe take off your jacket. It wasn't a strange request,
considering we were doing head shots, but the way he
said it made me hesitate. His tone had shifted slightly

(19:19):
more insistent, like he was trying to push me out
of my comfort zone without outright saying it. I took
off my jacket, trying to keep things casual, but I
could feel his eyes on me in a way that
made my skin prickle. He started taking more pictures, but
now his instructions were getting weird. Turn a little more
to the side. Now, tilt your head down, look back

(19:40):
at me, but keep your body angled away. I followed
his directions, but something about the poses didn't feel right.
They weren't head shots anymore. They felt more like something
you'd see in a glamour shoot. And I wasn't prepared
for that. I hadn't dressed for it, and I definitely
hadn't agreed to it. You've got a great figure, he said, suddenly,

(20:01):
his voice low. Have you ever done anything more creative,
something a little more daring. That's when it clicked. This
wasn't just a headshot session. Leo had something else in mind.
Something he hadn't mentioned in his emails. The atmosphere in
the room shifted, and my discomfort grew. I glanced at
the door, realizing it was closed and the hallway outside

(20:23):
had been dead silent. I tried to play it cool. Actually,
I think we've got enough for today, I said, forcing
a smile. I'm not really comfortable with going any further.
Leo's expression didn't change, but his posture did. He stood
a little straighter, his fingers tightening around the camera. Are
you sure we're just getting started? You'd be surprised how

(20:45):
freeing it can be to step out of your comfort zone.
I'm sure, I said, my voice firmer this time. I
stood up, grabbing my jacket from the stool, and moved
toward the door, but Leo stepped in front of me,
blocking the way. Just a few more shots, he said,
tone darker. Now, you came all the way out here.
Don't you want to make it worth your while? A

(21:06):
sick feeling hit my stomach. I wasn't about to let
this guy trap me in a room alone. I took
a deep breath and squared my shoulders. I said, I'm done.
There was a tense moment where neither of us moved. Then,
without another word, Leo stepped aside, his smile never leaving
his face. But there was something else in his eyes now,

(21:26):
something that made my skin crawl. I left the room quickly,
not bothering to look back. As I walked down the
narrow hallway, all I could think about was getting out
of that building. When I reached the front door, I
practically threw it open and stepped outside, breathing in the
cool evening air, like I'd been holding my breath the
whole time. I hurried to my car, locking the doors.

(21:48):
As soon as I got inside, I just sat there
for a moment, trying to take it all in. Leo
hadn't touched me, hadn't done anything outright dangerous, but the
whole thing felt wrong. The way he'd looked at me,
the way he'd tried to push me into something I
hadn't agreed to. It made my skin crawl. When I

(22:08):
got home, I blocked Leo's number and deleted his emails.
I didn't want to think about what could have happened
if I hadn't stood my ground, if I had let
him push me into doing more. I spent the next
few days feeling uneasy, like I was being watched, but
I knew it was just my nerves. Still, I couldn't
shake the feeling that Leo wasn't just some guy trying

(22:29):
to take pictures. There was something more behind his eyes,
something darker. I reported the ad to Craigslist, but I
never heard anything back, and to this day, I wonder
how many other girls had gone to Leo's studio thinking
they were just getting headshots. Lucky for me, I didn't
find out what he really wanted. Looking for a cheap

(22:57):
used laptop shouldn't be this difficult. After a week of
scrolling through Craigslist, dealing with sketchy ads and people who
ghosted me mid conversation, I finally found what seemed like
a decent deal, a Dell laptop, slightly used but in
good condition according to the pictures, for two hundred dollars.
The seller, Dave, had posted a few clear photos of

(23:19):
the laptop, and honestly, it looked legit. No weird reflections
on the screen, no stolen images from a product website,
just a simple listing pickup preferred but willing to meet halfway.
The ad read that worked for me. I didn't mind
meeting in person, as long as it wasn't too far
out of my way. So I messaged Dave and he
replied right away. Seemed like a good sign to me, Hey,

(23:41):
I'm interested in the laptop still available? Yep, can meet
tonight if you're free. Let me know where you're coming
from and we'll find a spot in the middle. The
quick response felt reassuring, though a little too eager. Maybe
he just wanted to unload it quickly. I didn't want
to overthink it. After all, I was getting a good deal.

(24:01):
We settled on a meeting place, a seven eleven, just
off the highway, halfway between where I lived and wherever
Dave was coming from. It was a spot I'd been
to before, well lit with plenty of people going in
and out, so I wasn't too worried. We planned to
meet around nine pm, which wasn't ideal, but I was
ready to get this deal done. I got dressed, grabbed

(24:24):
my wallet and checked the cash two CRISP one hundred
dollars bills before heading out. As I drove, I kept
having this nagging thought in my head that I couldn't shake.
Why did I need this laptop so bad? Maybe it
was the price maybe it was the feeling that I'd
finally found something that wouldn't break the bank but could
still handle the tasks I needed it for. Either way,

(24:45):
I was committed. Now. The night was quiet, not many
cars on the road, and I had the radio turned
down low, trying to focus. About halfway there, my phone rang.
It was Dave hey Man. Just wanted to give you
a heads up. Dave said, His voice sounded a bit rough,
like he'd just woken up or smoked too many cigarettes.
I'm having some car trouble. I had to pull off

(25:07):
the highway, but it's nothing major. I'm just down a
side road about two miles from the seven eleven. I
slowed down a bit, taking in what he'd said. The
first thought that hit me was simple, great, this is
going to be a hassle. But then again, car trouble happens.
I asked him for directions, and he explained how to
get to this little side road that cut through some fields.

(25:31):
I'll park near the entrance. You can't miss me, he added.
You can check the laptop out, and if you're good
with it, just drop the cash and were set. Something
about that seemed weird. Why not just meet at the
seven to eleven as planned, but I didn't want to
blow the deal over something minor. I agreed to head over.
The further I drove, the more isolated it felt. The

(25:52):
side road Dave mentioned was one of those narrow gravel
ones lined with fields of tall crops on either side.
It was late enough that there were no other cars,
no lights except for my headlights. I'd driven by plenty
of farms before, but this place felt like it had
been forgotten. No houses, no barns, nothing but rows and

(26:12):
rows of cornfields stretching out endlessly. The cornstalks swayed in
the breeze as my car rolled down the gravel road.
I slowed down as I approached what I assumed was
Dave's car, a beat up pickup truck parked just off
the road at a slight angle. The headlights were off,
and it looked like it had been sitting there for
a while, no sign of movement. I parked a few

(26:33):
feet behind it, leaving my car running just in case,
and looked around, trying to make sense of the situation.
There was no laptop in sight. I gave it a minute,
thinking maybe Dave was just running late, or had stepped away.
For a second, but as the seconds ticked by, the
whole thing started feeling off. I was about to call

(26:54):
him when my phone buzzed in my hand. Hey, sorry,
had to step into the cornfield for a second. Nature
called the laptops in the car. Just drop the cash
and take it. Should be good to go. There was
something incredibly unsettling about the idea of someone just lurking
in a field. My instincts were screaming at me to leave,
but I still wasn't ready to blow off the deal entirely.

(27:17):
Maybe it was my need to not feel like an
idiot for driving all the way out here, or maybe
I didn't want to admit that this whole thing was
a bad idea from the start. Either way, I pushed
down the unease and stayed. Then I stepped out into
the night. The air was thick and still no sound
except for the rustling of corn leaves. I approached Dave's car, cautiously,

(27:40):
looking toward the cornfield every few seconds, trying to catch
any glimpse of movement. But there was nothing, just rows
of tall stalks swaying slightly in the breeze. I reached
for the passenger door, my hand hesitating on the handle.
There was no reason to trust this, no reason at all.
Right before I could pull the door open, I caught it,

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a soft rustling from the cornfield. At first, I figured
it was just the wind, but the sound got louder,
more defined, like someone was slowly making their way through
the field. I backed up slowly, my eyes darting toward
the rows of corn scanning for any sign of Dave.
The rustling stopped, and for a moment, everything went dead silent.

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I stood there, my body tense. That's when I saw it.
A figure emerged from the cornfield right behind me. The
way they moved was strange, almost too smooth, like they
were gliding through the stalks. My stomach sank. This wasn't
some guy who just needed a quick bathroom break. Something
else was going on here. I didn't wait to find
out what it was. I turned and sprinted back to

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my car. I heard the rustling again, faster, as if
whoever was in the field was now coming after me.
I threw myself into the driver's seat and slammed the door.
The headlights flickered on just as I saw two figures
standing at the edge of the cornfield. Both staring at me.
Neither of them moved. I didn't hesitate. I hit the

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gas and pulled away. As I sped down the road,
I kept checking the mirror, sure i'd see those figures
following me, but they didn't. Still, it felt like I
had just barely escaped something much more dangerous than just
a sketchy Craigslist deal. It seemed like the road just
kept going, stretching on endlessly, but eventually I saw the

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lights of the highway up ahead. I felt a huge
sense of relief as I pulled onto the main road,
leaving the isolated farmland in the dust. I pulled into
a diner a few miles down the road and parked,
my hands still shaking as I cut the engine. I
sat there for a while, trying to process what had
just happened. The figures, the car with no laptop. Had

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I been set up for a robbery or something worse.
I blocked Dave's number as soon as I got home.
There was no way I was reaching out to him again.
The next day, I found a laptop at a pawn shop.
Sure it cast a bit more, but at least I
didn't have to meet someone in the middle of nowhere
at night. I still think about that night though, about
those figures in the cornfield standing there. I'm just thankful

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I didn't stay long enough for things to get worse.
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