5 TRUE SCARY STORIES Rest Stops (2)

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Concerned with drinking than I was school, so I dropped

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out and bought a plane ticket and went to live
for a while with my cousin and his girlfriend in
Washington State. They lived in a town about an hour
north of Seattle. I also had some friends that were
about a year older than me living down in Seattle.
I would occasionally drive down to the city to spend
a few days with them, go to concerts and things

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like that. After a particular stint in Seattle, I decided
to head back north to my cousin's place. Me being
the financially impaired individual that I was at the time,
I left Seattle without a dollar to my name. As
I'm getting on the road, I notice I am very
low on gas, A figure I could make it though,

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But of course, about twenty miles short of my exit,
the car that I'm driving begins to putter and gasp
for more fuel, lucky for me, actually unlucky coming up
on a rest area. So I pull in and go
to the pay phone and begin to call a very
few contacts that I know in the state. I had

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no money, so I had to call collect I get
a hold of my cousin and he happens to be
about three hours away in his hometown and drunk. No less,
no luck there, So I call this girl friend and
she never answers. Every One I know in Seattle doesn't
own a car, so I'm kind of host. My cousin

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said he was coming home in the morning and could
pick me up on his way through, So it looks
like I'm spending the night at this rest stop. I
get settled with my seat reclined, using a hoodie as
a blanket. I'm there for about twenty minutes when a
van pulls into the rest area. It was one of
those Chevy astro vans. The van parks and out gets

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your typical creeper about five foot five, pudgy, balding, thick glasses.
Creeper begins walking around the parking area, glancing into all
the parked cars. There were about three other cars at
the time. He walks slowly right in front of my
car and just stares me down for what seems like

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an hour. At this point in time, I'm pretty sure
my future involves me being referenced in a documentary about
serial killers. So creeper guy gets back in his van
and parks it. So he's behind me on the other
side of the parking lot. I'm parked facing the bathroom area,
and he's parked behind me, facing wooded area. At this point,

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I'm no longer reclined or relaxed. I'm now sitting quite awake,
and I am not taking my eyes off this shithead.
I can look in my side view mirror and see
him in his side view mirror, just staring at my car.
This goes on for about two hours, and he would
occasionally get out of his van and go stand in

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the woods in the darkness. I could tell he was
still watching me because I could see the cherry on
a cigarette light up as he would inhale. At this point,
I'm pretty on edge. I have to piss like crazy.
There's no way in hell I'm going to walk into
that bathroom with this guy around. I decide to call

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state patrol and have them kick this guy out of here.
So I ring the State Patrol and tell them the situation.
I say they'll send the trooper through. I hang up
the phone and I'm kind of pacing around all the
while keeping my eye on this creepo. After about thirty seconds,
the pay phone rings. I'm thinking it's the State Patrol

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calling back for some reason. I answer, Hello, you uh
want to get your dick sucked? I just stand there
and shock silence. Let me suck your dick? What the fuck? Fuck? No,
I slam the receiver down. The damned creeper has the

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pay phone number and it's calling me from the woods.
I'm slightly terrified at this point. I'm kind of frozen,
but ready to run a million miles per hour if necessary.
I've got my eye on the woods. The phone rings again.
I can't decide whether to answer it or not. I

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don't want to miss the state Patrol if they're calling
for some reason, so I answer silently, come on, let
me suck your dick. I don't want to have to
hurt you. I could even give you some money. At
this point, this piece of shit has threatened me, so
I immediately go into rage mode. I start quickly for

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my car when I remember there's an axe handle in
the p back in for situations like this. As I'm
walking toward the car, the creeper starts out of the
woods and is walking towards me. I get to my car,
grab the axe handle and start toward this guy, pointing
it at him, motherfucker, get back in your van and

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get the fuck out of here, or I'm gonna bash
your skull in. He stops in his tracks stares at me,
kind of assessing me. He turns around and gets in
his van and slowly drives away, staring at me. I'm
completely shaking due to the adrenaline. When the trooper finally arrives,

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I tell him the whole story, and he takes my
information and says he can drive me up the highway
to the Dennis so I can stay the rest of
the night safely There. He asks if we can first
go to the other side of the highway to see
if the guy has just switched rest areas. I agree.
We pull into the rest area and lo and behold,

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there's the van. The trooper approaches the van and is
talking to the guy for about five minutes, and I
can tell the trooper is giving him the third degree,
sticking his finger in his face and raising his voice.
The trooper returns and tells me the situation. Apparently there
was nothing he could do to show