5 TRUE SCARY STORIES Rest Stops (3)

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
He charged the guy at this point in time, which

(00:03):
seemed odd to me. The guy had threatened me and
was soliciting sex at a rest stop. The guy didn't
have a license. He claimed a friend had dropped him
off and he was waiting for him to return. The
trooper told him that if he was there when he
passed back through, he'd be arrested for trespassing, and if
he or any other trooper saw him driving, he'd be

(00:25):
arrested for not having a license. The trooper also told
me that he had several pairs of binoculars and a
large bag of candy in his front seat. So I
get dropped at Denny's and my cousin eventually picks me
up and I tell him the story. We have a
good laugh, being able to look back on it. We

(00:49):
go back the next day with a can of gas
to get my car into story right. Nope. We arrive
at my car and there's a note under my wiper
from the damned creeper. It was written in the form
of a poem. I can't remember it exactly, but it

(01:10):
went something like this. You should have shut your mouth,
you stupid little bitch. Somebody should have taught you to
never go and snitch. You should go and get back
on Mama's tit And it went on for several pages,
but can't remember more. The guy had cut the brake

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lines and everything he could underneath the car. We called
the troopers again. They came and took the note and
took some more information. Wasn't even my car. A friend
of mine had been visiting from Minnesota and wanted to
buy a car and road trip back. He decided against

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it and left the car and said I could use
it and he'd make plans to get it later. I
didn't stay in Washington much longer after that. I spoke
to an investigator one more time, but nothing ever came
of it. And I don't know why they knew who
the guy was and everything. I was over it. Just

(02:13):
wanted to move on. For the short time I was
in Washington after this, me and my cousin would pull
into every rest stop we passed, hoping to find this guy.
In retrospect, It's a good thing we never saw him again,
because we were dead set on seriously hurting him.

Speaker 2 (02:43):
This happened fourteen or fifteen years ago. It was Super
Bowl Sunday and the Ravens beat the hell out of
the giants, and I spent the entire day waiting tables.
I drank amazing amounts of coffee while I worked. That
matters later, I promise. After work, the Super Bowl was

(03:04):
pretty much over, so I picked up a girl that
I was seeing at the time and headed home. I
worked in Shreveport, Louisiana, but lived thirty miles east of
the city on Interstate twenty. As soon as I merged
onto the interstate, the multiple pots of coffee hit my bladder.

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There was a rest area just east of Shreveport, and
I was speeding and praying that I would make it,
because peeing myself in front of my lady friend wasn't
on the list of cool things to do. I made
it to the rest area, and Grace started laughing when
she figured out why I wasn't talking anymore. I parked,

(03:45):
jumped out, and speed walked towards the bathrooms. This rest
area is just two cinder block rooms under a shared
roof with a breezeway between the two. No welcome area
or vending machine. There is a map of the state
on a board under an awning that's it. A guy

(04:06):
stood in front of the map. I could see him
when we pulled up whatever he could ask me for directions.
When I was done in the bathroom, I went past
him at an almost run. I could see him turn
and start to follow me before he was out of
my preferal vision. The rumors about this particular rest area

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flew through my mind. Gay sex, robbery, rape, et cetera.
I walked faster and entered the men's room. It was empty.
I dove into a stall and started urinating. I heard
the door open and the guy walked towards the stall
that I was in. He passed my stall and entered

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one a few past me. While I was still going,
I pulled my knife out of my pocket and opened it.
I was freaking out and felt like I would never
stopped peeing. I did not want to be assaulted or
robbed in a damn men's room, especially while peeing. Finally,
I got done and faced my next issue. Leaving the

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men's room, I tried to slide the lock quietly, but
of course it got halfway and stuck before slamming open.
I looked down and didn't see any feet, so I
opened the door partially. No one was standing outside my stall,
so I opened the door all the way. There was
a mirror that ran the length of the room, an

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industrial metal mirror that was wavy and distorted. I finally
noticed that one of the fluorescent lights had been flickering
the entire time. I looked in the mirror and saw
him standing in one of the open doors of the stalls.
He had an erection and his hand was stroking it slowly.
The motion was what drew my attention. I looked at

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us face, and that's what scared me the most. His
face had no expression. His eyes were either dark brown
or black. His face was completely blank. I held up
my knife and turned it. We kept our eyes locked
on each other for what seemed like minutes but was
probably only seconds. Then I turned and walked out of

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the men's room. I ran to my car and locked
the door. Grace had her cell phone out ready to
call the Louisiana State Police if I wasn't out in
another minute. I got out of there as fast as
possible and took a long, complicated way home. A few
years later, the state demolished that rest stop for activity

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like that. Every time I drive past there where that
place was, I have to look. I don't use interstate
rest stops after dark to this day, so creepy, scary
rape guy. Let's make that the