True Horrifying Driving Horror Stories | Being Chased and Hitchhikers - Scary Stories from Bad Vibes

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
I lived in New Mexico for several years before moving
to the Midwest. My friend Amy and I, both females,
would spend many days exploring the remote corners of New Mexico,
discovering abiding ghost towns and enjoining the quiet, desolate beauty
of the desert. One afternoon in March twenty ten, we
were traveling from Merduso to Albuquerque. Always up for exploring,

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we took a back road rather than traveling the more
direct highway. One leg of our journey had us on
the m M fifty five. It's a remote teeny two
lane highway. We love those types of roads. Up until
that day. This part of New Mexico is a flat
and desolate desert. You can see for miles. There's virtually

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nothing except dirt and rock between towns and towns could
be miles apart. So are on the n M fifty
five going north. After a few minutes, we see a
white pickup truck ahead of us, going in the same direction. Suddenly,
he stopped his truck in the middle of the highway,
blocking both lanes. We were about a mile away from him,

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and as we were getting closer, we began to get uneasy.
We could see no reason for him to do this.
We were the only other vehicle out there, and we
begin wondering if we should turn around rather than come
up to him and have to stop. We were about
a half mile away from him when he pulled to
the opposite side of the highway, but his truck was

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still pointed in the direction we were going. We tried
to relax a little. Surely this guy was just a
rancher or something, maybe he was checking something on his land.
As we passed him, we noticed a few things. There
was only one person in a truck, a middle aged
guy who never took his eyes off of us, and

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he was talking into a walkie talkie. A few seconds
after we passed him, he pulled back onto the highway
and started to following us, but he never got too close.
He would get within a few car lanes and drop
back a little, and then speedback up to within a
few car lanks. Again. We were getting nervous. We realized

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how alone we really were. We had seen no other
traffic on this road and hadn't told anyone about our
great idea to take this detour. We checked our cell
phones and neither one had a signal, typical for remote
New Mexico, but scary giving our present situation. Amy was
driving and speeding up while I frantically checked the map,

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hoping to find another road that would happen more traffic.
But there was no other road. We had to travel
this one to get to the next town. Mountaineer turning
around to go back the other way didn't seem like
a good option. After a few minutes, we saw another
pickup truck coming towards us. He was going very, very slow,

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maybe twenty miles per hour if that this pickup was
the old beat up pickup, whereas the one behind us
was newer. Amy had us up to seventy five miles
per hour, which wasn't typical for us as these are
fifty five miles per hour highways. We blew by the
old pickup, and as we passed it, we saw another
middle aged guy and he was talking into a walkie talkie.

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After the white pickup passed him, he pulled a U
turn and turned behind it. As we watched all this,
we could see the guy in the white pickup talking
to his walkie talkie. No doubt these two knew each other.
We were being deliberately followed, and for the first and
only time in my life, I felt hunted. They stayed

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right behind us. We watched for obstacles in the road.
We truly thought the old beat up guy had set
a trap on the road and our vehicle would be
disabled somehow. We talked about driving into the fields. We
were in a STV, but this was obviously their territory,
and we were afraid of what would happen if we
went off road and got cornered, so we stayed on
the highway. By now, the white pickup was right on

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top of us. We could see him talking to his
walkie talkie, and he stayed right on our bumper. The
old beat up truck was right on top of him,
the three of us beating down the highway. The white
pickup inch closer. His maneuvering and edging closer made it
appearance that he was trying to bump us. I watched
helplessly as he got within inches of our back bumper

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amy Floorida. We were passing eighty miles per hour and
edging up to ninety. The road was flat and deserted,
but any little thing going wrong would have been catastrophic.
We absolutely were not going to slow down or stop
if we could help it. The white pickup pulled it
to the opposite lane and started to gain speed. The
only thing we could think of is he wanted to

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pass us and get in front of us. If he
had got in front of us and his buddy was
behind us, that we would have been boxed in and trapped.
We looked french at the rocky desert on both sides
of us. Our only option was to off road it.
Should we risk it? Could we speak to the desert
and make it to safety in one piece. As we

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topped a small incline, we saw a sign for Salinas
Pueblo Missions National Monument, and it pointed towards the road
to the left and right. At that moment, a blue
pickup truck pulled out over that road and onto the
highway in front of us. As we came up on
the blue pickup, we saw the plate said US Park Services.

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We looked at each other, then looked behind us. Both
trucks did a U turn and went the other way.
We followed the blue truck to Mountaineer and then made
our way to Albuquerque. I don't know exactly what those
guys' intentions were but they weren't good. There is something
seriously wrong out there. I notified the state police and

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they said that they would keep an eye on things.
This area is near Berlin, New Mexico, which is where
Tara Calico was abducted. It's also around one hundred miles
from Elephant, but which is where David Parker Ray and
his little torture laboratory were. We didn't put all that
together until later, even though David Parker Ray had died

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by this time. We do believe that there are others
out there like him, and whoever abducted Tara has never
been caught. Or maybe we came into a meth lab territory,
but since it happened on an actual highway rather than
a backcountry road, I tended to discount the meth lab theory.
Whatever was going on out there, it's not good. So

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let's not ever meet or have anyone else ever meet
these guys. A long time ago, my job out of
office near the Canadian border in Washington State, I often
had to travel over there to help out and help
train staff. Being a guy in my late twenties, single

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and like to get away for days I was always
up to making extra cash by volunteering to go Whenever
the need was there, I would usually fly up there,
but some occasions, when I needed to bring equipment or materials,
I would drive. This particular time was about seventeen years ago.
We had bought a bunch of equipment wholesale and needed

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to deliver this and some other odds and ends up
to our office in Washington State. Of course, everyone knew
I would volunteer to drive. I was told to drive
a box truck up there and leave it and fly back.
Prior to this, I would drive the company car or
an STV, but no worries. The box truck wasn't that
big and probably the same size as a U haul

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rental truck. I always preferred to start my driving journeys
towards the end of the day, mostly because I'm one
of those people who likes night driving. For the majority
of my journey it was uneventful, only stopped at the
gas station and occasional rest stops to take care of nature.
At some point near the California Oregon border is when

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things started to get bad. It was approximately one o'clock
in the morning. I had stopped at a rest stop,
probably the last one on the California side. On the
far side, I do remember seeing some truckers parked, but
basically the rest of the parking lot was empty. Now
at this point, I wasn't thinking anything creepier out of

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the normal. I get out of my truck, go into
the restroom and take care of business. I wash up
a bit and take my sweet time stretching my legs.
But when I exit the restroom area and walk over
to my truck, I noticed a vehicle parked next to mine.
I was literally like, this whole parking lot and this
person pulls up next to me. Oh well, I jump

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into my truck and continue my journey about ten to
twenty miles down the freeway. My truck starts acting fine.
Some of the interior lights start flickering. I don't really
think anything of it. A little while later, the lights
in the vehicle goes out, interior lights, running lights, and headlights.

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At this point, it's about two am and I'm in
some wooded area in Oregon. I can't even find a
flashlight in the truck cabin. I get so angry, not sure,
being scared to be driving sixty miles per hour in
the middle of what seemed to be a scene out
of Tails from the Dark Side, But I pound my
fist on the dashboard and scream at the truck. Almost instantly,

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everything came back on. I felt like Phonsie. At the
next upcoming rest stop, I decided to pull over and
maybe from the adrenaline or what I had to pee.
Like never before, I jumped out of the truck and
went into the restroom, although this time I didn't take
as long inside the restroom and walked back out to
the truck. I remember my thoughts were should I stay

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here till dawn or attempt to continue on. As I
walk up to my truck, I see an older guy,
kind of heavy set, gray hair, and he's standing next
to my truck. I didn't see his vehicle near mine,
but assumed he was out stretching his legs. As I
walk up, he starts a conversation about the weather or something.

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A very light snow was falling, but not the kind
of stuff that stays on the ground. I wasn't really
paying much attention to him because my first impression was
he was just some lonely old guy who wanted to
chit chat. Then he says something that made my hair
stick up. He's looking at my truck and says, are
you having mechanical problems? I stopped in my tracks and

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felt the blood rushing to my head. I just said nope,
just driving and trying to stay out of the cold.
He then tells me that he doesn't live far from
here and that i'd be welcome to join him for
hot coffee and if I needed to sleep on the sofa.
That kind of gave me the creeps, but thinking to myself,
if I need to take this guy out, I was

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younger and stronger and not afraid to defend myself, so
I basically end the conversation with well, I better get
back on the road before the snow starts to really fall.
As I'm driving away, I see that he's walking behind
the restrooms, So I think to myself, what the heck
was that all about? My mind is racing, retracing the

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last few stops. How does this guy know I was
having electrical problems with my truck? I suddenly think back
to the rest stop in California and the car that
was parked next to my truck. Could he have done
something to my wiring? When I was taking my sweet
time in the john a few miles down the road.
No new issues with my electrical but I decide at

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the next gas station I will stop. I pull up
to the gas station and in Orgon, they don't let
you pump your own gas, so I wait for an
attendant and decide to go in to get a drink.
I paid it, and as I was waiting for my fueling,
I walk around the truck and look for any signs
of tampering. Up near the front fender of the truck,

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I see some smears, but not really sure if it's
from the road, snow or what I told myself, Okay,
you're just freaking yourself out. I jump into my truck
and as I pull out of the gas station, I
have to turn around to get back to the side
where the ramp is on. And as I'm turning and
just about to exit, I see the car parked at
the corner and someone inside. I think to myself, I'm

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just freaking myself out seeing shadows on every corner. It's
just a few hours before dawn. Maybe in the morning
I'll laugh at this. But am I being followed and
set up? Did I interrupt the guy when I came
out of the restroom. So fast was he following me
and waiting for the right time and place to kill
me for whatever I had in the back of my truck.

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As I continue driving, this snow starts getting a little
bit more concerning. I didn't grow up in areas of snowed,
but I have a little bit of experienced in snow,
but not enough to know when things are getting hazardous.
I look out the side mirror and see a pair
of headlights trailing behind me, which is odd because most
drivers pass me up. This person is following me. I'm

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already going well under the speed limit, but I slow
a bit more. He's still not passing me. At some point,
I'm getting closer to the largest city, Portland. It's still
dark and snow is still lightly falling. I decided to
pull over and maybe the car will pass. I quickly
exit the freeway and in front of me is another

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gas station with a patrol car parked there. Immediately pull
up next to the cop and get out. There's a
lady officer in there, and I start making conversation with
her about the snow and expected conditions. I'm thinking about
telling her about the car behind me, But all of
a sudden, I felt silly about it. What was I
going to say? I think I'm being followed by an

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old man. She is kind of nice. We're talking for
a bit, and she asked me where I was going
and where I came from. She does suggest I stopped
for the night and starts to tell me about the
dangers of driving sleepy. I take a look around the area.
I say, yes, I'll stop for the night. She tells
me that if I go down the road a couple

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of blocks near the seven eleven, there's a motel. I
look around and not see the car anymore. I decided
that I'll stop for the night and go in and sleep.
As I pulled up to the hotel, I decided to
park the truck away from the room. I got and
parked the truck behind the motel so that it couldn't
be seen from the road. I get into my hotel

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room as quickly as I could lock the doors, and
I can honestly say I didn't get much rest. I
watched TV and knotted off here and there and would
awake to every noise. My mind kept racing back to
recalling all the events from before the California border to
my conversation with the police. Maybe saw me talking to

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the cops decided to take off. Maybe he was waiting
for me to pull over at another rest stop and
complete whatever he was planning. Why would a stranger invite
another stranger to his house in the middle of the
dead of night at a rest stop. Why did he
ask me if I was having problems with my truck. Finally,
it was about seven am, and I decided enough was enough.

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I get up, check out, go have a big breakfast,
and continue to my office without anything weird happening. But
I always wonder about that night and why I was
being followed. This happened during the summer of twenty seventeen.

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Every weekend, I would wake up early around five am
for my morning workout. Then I would head to my job.
Generally I would leave my house around five thirty because
my morning drive took about twenty to thirty five minutes,
giving me enough time for two hours before I needed
to leave before my shift started. Most of my drive
was me just putting on loud music, trying not to

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fall asleep, and it being on the freeway before six am,
almost everyone was going at least ten miles per hour
over the speed limit. I would drive most of the
time on the main interstate before turning off onto a
small highway, which i'd only use for about a mile
or so. This highway was three lanes on each side.
People also drive fast on here, but usually not more

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than seventy five miles per hour or so, and while
you'd have some unsafe drivers in the morning, most people
aren't swerving erratically. The highway runs north and south. An
on ramp from the main street becomes a lane. Then
there are two other entrances from the freeway I would
take every day, one from the eastbound side and one

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from the westbound side. I hope that makes sense, but
basically I got on the eastbound side right as three
cars from the westbound side we're entering, one with some
sort of arn't hoorts car and the other two were
identical Grace sedans. I don't remember exactly what the make
up models were, but I do remember them being fairly
uncommon models. Now as the Dan, you'd see it a

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hundred times a day. One was in front of the
orange car one behind. These guys would go on at
least eighty miles per hour. The orange car would change
lanes and the car in front of it would cut
him off, while the one behind it would change lanes
to remain behind him. They kept this up the entire time.
I was on the highway near them, weaving in and

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out of cars, not slowing down. Eventually I pulled off
my exit. This could have been a complete coincidence and
just some asshole drivers, but I definitely got the vibe
that the driver in the orange car was trying to
get away from the gray cars. Maybe it was extreme
road rage or maybe something more sinister. Regardless, I'll never know,

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So to the drivers of those great cars, that's not me.
I used to live in the medium sized city near Paris.
It was mostly known for its really useful train station
and its big mental hospital. Patients rounded the city. It

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was mostly open for daycare. They were clearly not a threat.
We just got used to seeing some weird behavior on
the streets. One time, one guy clearly from the hospital
threatened to take off my hair. He kept repeating it
while following me, but I told him in a strict
voice to stop walking, and he did so. We were

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just used to it. Context I'm a woman, I was
twenty four at the time I just started my new job.
I used to live uphill in the city and used
to drive downhill every day to park at the train station.
On my way back home, I always used to drive
by the hospital. There's a little between the hospital and

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a primary school. It's a good shortcut to avoid traffic.
It happened on a winter day five years ago. It
was late, so it was already dark. I walked in
my car and decided to take the shortcut to avoid
the main road and the traffic. As I was driving,
I saw a car parked on the side of the
road shaking. I stopped, worried. It was moving left to

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right under the yellow street lights. I didn't see a
driver in it. Then it crossed the road and hit
the sidewalk in front and back and forth, but no
driver in sight. It was a red car. This was
the one that sent the first car flying to the
other side. The red car also hit the one behind it,

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and it backtracked away. Then the red car started going
in my direction and I started to get scared. At
first I was just shocked, but now I was really scared,
and I was alone in front of something really weird.
The red car stopped. The driver's side door opened. I
saw a guy getting up. It was like he had

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fallen asleep and left his foot on the accelerator, which
caused him to drive forward while laying down. He started
smiling creepy at me. A little girl came out of
the school and looked at me too. I know I
should have called the cops for the traffic incident, since
the red car hit and damaged two cars, but I
was so scared I just drove backwards and parked away

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from the scene. I was shaking non stop. I called
my mom and told her everything. She told me that
the guy might be dangerous and that I should go
home by another route, like right now, that I might
not be safe. So I did what she told me
and drove home. To this day, I sometimes think that
I had an hallucination because I was tired or something,

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and that I had dreamt everything, or that I'm going crazy.
But my mom told me this week that she remembers
my call and everything I said. She said I sounded
a coherent, so I guess it really did happen. I
never took that shortcut again and moved away two years later,

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still a little shaken up from this. I live in
the outskirts of one of the largest cities in the Northeast,
in a quiet section of a city with a small
town feel. I go to the gym in the suburbs
and was headed home after a pretty intense workout, just
ready to get home, pet my dog and take a
much needed shower. Now to get back into the section

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of the city from the suburbs, there's this old four
lane bridge that leads into a few of the main
streets of the neighborhood. The lanes aren't separated by markings,
but there are signs on the bridge and everyone respects
the two cars to a lane policy. As I was
driving across the bridge, did in the right lane to

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go straight across as the left lane this is a
turn lane. As I reached the end of the lane,
I noticed that the car at the end was over
into my lane about a foot, and I did my
best to cut around it. One of my tires ended
up a bit on the sidewalk. As I made my
way into my lane, I glanced over at the sky.

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Didn't flip him off or acted aggressively, but I'm sure
my face expressed my thought of what the fuck are
you doing? The light turned green and I went straight across.
I noticed the car that had been blocking my lane,
despite being in the turning lane, went straight as well.
Looking in my rear view mirror, I could see an

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illuminated Uber light in his windshield. I continued up the
semi residential street, stopping at each stop sign on the
way up, this car remaining behind me the whole way.
As I was already thinking this guy doesn't know how
to drive, I kept an eye on my rearview mirror
as I approached the main street in the area. As

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I was waiting at the light, I noticed that this
guy had turned off his Uber light, and something in
me realized that something was wrong. I'm not sure what
it was, but the Uber light gave me some sort
of comfort that this guy was working, and his conscious
act of turning it off made me feel uneasy. As
I turned onto the main street, I made the first

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left turn I could, and the Uber made the turn
behind me. I was now on a residential street, but
as I knew the area, I drove it at a
conscious space, making a couple turns heading towards the highway.
The Uber pursued his bumper about a foot and a
half from mine, halfway down the residential street. There was

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no doubt in my mind that I was being pursued. Now,
despite me having a very button up office job and
the soft spoken personality, I don't necessarily think that I'm
a prime target for being chased. I'm a big guy.
I'm between sixty five and sixty six, a little under
two hundred and twenty pounds, muscular, and have a ton

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of tattoos. I'm sure this guy saw me as I
pulled up next to him on the bridge, and from
my glance at him, he looked older and much smaller
than myself. While the thought of pulling over and escalating
things did cross my mind, with the rate of gun
crime in my city, that thought was gone as soon
as it came. All I could focus on was getting

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to a safe place and making sure this maniac didn't
find out where I lived. As I turned onto the highway,
he followed again, cutting across several lanes and accelerating to
catch up to me. I made the first ride. I
was able to then let him down a winding maze
of backstreets, his car inches away from my bumper. The

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entire time. I wasn't paying attention to the one ways
stop signs or speed limits at this point, I just
knew I needed to get away. All the while, the
uber followed, matching my speed and taking every sharp turn
that I did through the mazes streets. Realizing that I
needed to get back on a more populated area in

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case this guy decided to shoot me or hit my car,
I headed back in the direction of the main street,
spotting on the corner of my eye parking lot of
fast food restaurants that provided a shortcut to the main road.
I blasted through that parking lot, the man speeding it
after me, and I felt helpless. If this guy was

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willing to follow me through all that, he wouldn't stop
until he caught me. I weighed my options as I
turned onto the main street. The police department was about
a ten minute drive away, but there were several lights
and crosswalks between myself and safety. I decided I would
head back through the streets in the direction, try my

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best to lose him as I went. I didn't want
to get to this guy opportunity to get out of
his car at a red light and hurt me in
some way. I had to head in that direction, and
I prayed I didn't hit any red lights. As I
ranted the corner of the parking lot, my worst case
scenario was revealed a red light with a car already
stopped with opposing traffic. I drove opposite on one way

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to the left, with my car ready to make a turn.
I know it was irresponsible, but I didn't hesitate. I
merged into oncoming lanes and made a left, going down
the wrong way down a one way residential street. A
few beeps from other cars around me rang out, but
I didn't care. I just prayed that I had made

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it irresponsible enough maneuver to throw the sky off and
created enough confusion to get away. I looked in my
rear view and didn't see headlights. I drove to the
end of the block of the one way. I made
a few random turns downside streets, pulling into the parking
lot of an apartment my complex and turning my car off.

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My ajorenaline was winding down and I couldn't stop shaking.
I laid my seat all the way back and called
the police non emergency line. The lady who answered the
phone was entirely unhelpful. And directed me to call nine
one one. All I had was a brief description of
the car and guy whose face I could not recall well.

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The police told me that they were just going to
write it up as a disturbance. They told me to
drive home as some time I had passed between the
chase ending and them getting to me. Being the every
paranoid person I am, I parked several blocks down from
my house, changed my clothes in my car, put on
a hat, and walked home on the lookout for this

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guy in his car. The whole way, I thought I
saw his car turned left down another block as I walked,
but I told myself that even if it was him,
he wouldn't be able to recognize me outside my car.
Now that I'm home, typing this out, my large dog
next to me, and a drinking my hand, I feel helpless.

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I'm scared to drive my car in the city and
running to this crazy person, Scared of what he might
do to me. I'm worried this guy would drive around
and see my car find out where I live, I
try to come after me or my family in some way.
I've never felt this vulnerable before in my entire life.
I've never considered purchasing a weapon, but this encounters making

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me consider it. All I can do is try to
move on and hope that he doesn't get any rights
in this area. So deranged uber driver who chased me
through the back streets of my city because he didn't
understand traffic patterns, that's not me. My friend and I

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I'll call him Robert had just been a day in
the city a few hours away from our own. We
had just been a day at an event in which
we both participated in, and we had a blast. After
the event, we decided to go out and get dinner
with a group of our friends and ended up staying
in the city almost until midnight before we decided that

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we probably should get going. The drive home was very
uneventful for most of the way home. The roads in
between the two cities were very rural and only had
a few small towns between the two. Since it was dark,
we spent most of the time driving looking out for
animals that may run out into the road while chatting
with each other. As we got fairly close to Robber's house,

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we saw the car parked on the opposite side of
the road facing the wrong way and a man walking
around on the next side of the road. The car
in front of us just happened to be an ambulance,
which stopped to try to help the man. As we
drove past, I made eye contact with him, and we
just continued on our way, nothing of what just happened.

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We drove for another twenty to thirty minutes before turning
onto an access road to get to Robert's house. As
we got further up the road, we noticed another car
had turned on the road further behind us. Robert lives
in the gated community, so we had turned onto the
driveway so we could get through the gate. This is
when we noticed that the car that had turned before

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I turned again and was right behind us. As we
pulled up to the gate, Robert opened it and drove through.
The car behind us also managed to make it through
just before the gate closed. Neither of us really had
any thought that we were being followed until this point,
but even then we joked about it. We then drove

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for a while inside this neighborhood, which is fairly large,
and noticed the car was still behind us. The route
we took was a large curve, so we figured you
should have had to turn off by now. As we
got close to his house, we decided to keep on
going as the road would loop around, and confirmed that
we were being followed. At this point, we called my

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friend's dad, who had just watched us drive by with
his car behind us. As we came around the loop,
we had come to the realization that we were actually
being followed. Robert then started driving much quicker through the neighborhood,
and the car behind us also picked up speed. We
were going about fifty to sixty miles on this fairly

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small road, but the other car cat up. We drove
for a while before we decided to head to the
front gate, which had a twenty four hour security guard.
We left the neighborhood pull a U turn back to
the front gate. We were still driving fast at this
point and to anyone it should have been apparent that
we were being chased. As we came back to the

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front gate, my friend was able to open it in
a way we couldn't be followed. But as we turned
the corner, we saw the gate opening and the car
that was following and drove in. This is where we
made a huge mistake. We turned down a road without
realizing this is a call to sack as soon as
we noticed our mistake. Robert was able to flip his

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car around so we could get out of there. But
as we drove by the car and made eye contact
with the driver but could barely see his face. When
we turned out of the cul de sac, we turned
off the lights and booked it. We finally had managed
to shake him and get to Robert's house. We waited
at Robert's house for the police to arrive, and shortly

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after the officer had arrived, he got a call on
the radio and booked it to his car. A few
minutes later, two more police showed up and we were
informed that they found the car. The man was the
same guy that we passed on the side of the
street around an hour earlier. When the police first made
contact with him, he refused to speak to them and

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didn't look like he was in the right state of mind.
As the traffic stopped proceeded, he began threatening the officers.
We later found out that he was a mentally ill
and unstable veteran from a couple states over, and he
had no reason to be anywhere close to where we were.
The man had broken the back gate when he followed

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us in the worst of all this is the guy
at the front gate, whose only job was to no
other people in if they didn't have a fob without
stopping at his booth. Let the guy in. After he
saw a speed past him, he was quickly fired by
the security company. Looking back, there's only one thing I
would have changed. I would have called the police sooner,

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but the adrenaline in the moment clouded our judgment. One evening,
I was out in Lacy, Washington to pick up a
handgun I had recently purchased for protection. Contrary to the
pickup status both online and sent to my email, the

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store didn't have it in stock yet and told me
to come back in another week. I lived about an
hour away from Lacey, and at the time when I
got in there, evening rush hour was beginning to become unbearable.
I didn't want to drive all the way back home
just yet, as it was an additional hour to my
already long commute. Side note, the car that I was

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driving belonged to my dad and I was borrowing it
until I had enough money saved up for a new car.
After my beloved Honda broke down the previous year, I
killed some time by bumming around the store I had
purchased the firearm from. Then decided to drive over to
the nearest coffee shop. It was a newly built cabin
style cafe with a modern twist the breee. They handed

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me my sixteen hours thirty chi and I walked back
out to my car. I then drove to a gas
station around the corner, still trying to kill time until
traffic thinned out. The car didn't gas, so I pulled
into the parking spot right at the corner of a
four way street block. The gas station was on. I
turned off the engine, stepped outside and lit up a smoke,

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leaning against the driver's side door so as not to
stink up the interior. The weather was overcast and drizzly,
but not overly cold. It was now dusk and most
of the daylight had disappeared. The stoplights at the intersection
were diffused by the lay autumn mist. I watched them
flicker from green to yellow to red as the traffic

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was orchestrated accordingly. Zeoned out by the lights and generally
being lost in thought while enjoying my coffee and smoke,
I didn't notice the man walking towards me until he
was already halfway across the street. He was white, average height,
and strawberry blonde, maybe in his mid twenties. He definitely

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hadn't changed his clothes in a good while and carried
it backpack. I seemed to be full of a few
belongings he had. He didn't smell, but looked raggedy and unkept.
My immediate thought was that drugs were likely a part
of his lifestyle. I don't want to jump to conclusions,
but I'm always cautious, having grown up in the suburbs

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of Seattle. The man finished crossing the street awkwardly, limping
towards my car, maintaining an eye contact and a WinCE grin.
I locked my car out of caution, but remained outside,
smoking casually. Normally. I'm not a social person, but I
don't go out of my way to be unpleasant either.

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He approached me and stood about ten feet away from
me when he said hello and asked if I had
a light. I complied hesitantly, but I saw no harm
meeting a simple request. Taking two steps forward, I lit
the cigarette which he was holding out towards me. While
he was approaching. He attempted to make small talk, weaving

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and hints that he had just gotten off the bus
and still needed to get down the road another block
somewhere in his spoortly crafted SOB story. He stopped himself
mid sentenced, like a bad actor, and pretended to be
struck by an epiphany. Hey, would you mind dropping me
off down the road? It's not very far? I apologized

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and said I couldn't help because it was my dad's
car and not my own, and I didn't feel comfortable
without my father's permission. Mister and Kemp did not like
my answer, and his smile immediately turned tense and flat lined.
Clearly upset, he became more insistent, but it's just down
the road. My leg is killing me and it wouldn't

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even be far for you. I'll give you a cigarette.
His persistence and sudden burst of hostility made my hair
stand up. I friendly said, no, I'm sorry, I can't
help you dead car, and he has set rules absolutely BS.
With ten years of spittality under my belt, I immediately

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offered him alternate logical ideas of what he could do
to get where he needed to be. I even mentioned
that maybe someone in the gas station we were outside of,
could help him or call him a ride. Each word
I said made him increasingly irate, and he began curling
his fingers into a fist, not in a threatening way,
but like he was a toddler about to scream bloody

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murder for not getting in their way. He seemed to
pause and size me up in a fleeting moment. I'm small,
not very intimidating physically, so I told him I hope
he makes it home safe. Quickly unlocked my car, jumped
in and locked myself inside. When looking up from locking
the car door, I see him speed walking back across

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the street from the direction he originally came from. No limp,
no awkward walk whatsoever, no distress or pain showing even slightly,
just a normal speed walk of a physically willed person,
a rageful person. I knew I had died a bullet
and felt pretty dumb for hanging around the city after
dark alone. At this point, I didn't care about the

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traffic anymore, so I turned over my engine and high
tilt at home and what ended up being an hour
and forty five minute drive, But this time the traffic
was one hundred percent worth the inconvenience. PSA. If you
haven't heard it enough already, be careful you give your
attention to especially when you're alone. Stay aware, and always

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err on the side of caution, even when strangers seem
harmless at first, crazy, bad acting hitchhiker guy. I hope
you get the help you need rather than help you
want it, and I hope we never meet again. When

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I was seventeen, I was on my way to town.
It was pouring rain, cool outside. I saw a girl
who looked around my age hitchhiking and stopped to pick
her up. I lived outside a very small town at
the time, and the possible danger never crossed my mind.
She was kind of quiet during our forty five minute drive,

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so we listened to music. When we got to town,
she made me pull over at a gas station. She
pulled this huge freaking knife out of her backpack later
on her thigh and said, I was going to kill
you and take your car, but you're a sweet kid.
Don't ever pick up hitchhikers. Then she got out of
the car and walked away. I've never been so shocked

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and terrified in my entire life, and I have not
picked up another hitchhiker either. So this actually happened about
two hours ago. I, twenty six female, and my boyfriend
thirty six male, decided to go to the store to

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get oil. We have to go out forty five minutes
just to get this out. I'm a bad part of
the city, but it's the only European store that actually
has the stuff I grew up eating with. My family
and I are from Ukraine, but I live in US
and it's difficult finding authentic places that have exactly what
we had, and this is the only place I found

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that has it down to the exact brand. As we
are driving, we are on a three lane road which
we need to get into one of those mid section
U turn type of lanes. We get into the left
turn lane and a black car blitz us from the
right lane through the middle lane to cut us off
at the left lane, which my boyfriend and I were like,

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what the fuck? And then they stop at the green
light for a U turn. My boyfriend honks twice in
a nice way in case they were just on their phone,
to let them know to go Since it's green. They
go forward and we go to the parking lot directly
on our right to the store that we need to
go to. The car that was in front of us,

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which is now in the far left lane, goes through
another two lanes and drives onto the sidewalk to go
into the parking lot where we're going into, and rides
nearly on a bumper, pressing their horn the entire time
we drove. My boyfriend eventually decided to stop a few
feet further than the store instead of parking at it.
At this point, I realized that the car camera was

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not on. I can't remember the name in English. It's
a camera that records in the front and back as
you drive. I tapped it says it usually starts recording
when it feels motion. It didn't turn on, and we
realized it's somehow disconnected to his car. As he's trying
to get the camera plug back into the car, the
black car pulls up and I see three guys looking

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eighteen to twenty in there. All three were African American.
They rolled in the window and the driver reaches for
something about to take it out, and I'm screaming at
my boyfriend just drive go, just go, and my boyfriend
slammed on the gas and we drove off and the
black car does too. My boyfriend suddenly began doing donuts

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in the parking lot to get their car off or back,
while I'm screaming, oh god, oh god, the police, call
the police. I need to call the police. I managed
to down nine one one and he's doing the last
donut and then suddenly began driving out of the parking lot.
The black car was still chasing us out as I
finally got an answer. When the police asked where we were,

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I blanked out and shuddered in panic that we were
currently being chased, and my boyfriend yelled out the road
that we were passing. He used to do uber for
seven years and knows every street name by heart. Those
guys kept going after us until we were about three
or four blocks away from the police station, and they
probably realized where we were going and swerved to a

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random road to our left. At some point we got disconnected,
but the officer called me right back and stayed with
us until we bowled into the station. We explained what happened,
and the officer was nice. He offered to escort respect
to the store and follow our card just in case
the guys were still there. We showed the skid marks.

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The officer said, nice as a joke. It was all good.
He did his paperwork and we grabbed the sunflower oil
I wanted, and had my boyfriend try authentic Selvic ice
cream for the first time, which he agrees is one
hundred percent better than American. We decided to cut our
day shore, thank the officer, and went home. My boyfriend

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said he was amazed on how quickly I made all
the right decisions and was surprised I even called the
police because he's aware. I have a history of being
sexually assaulted by two on duty officers four years ago,
and I've been terrified to speak to the officers since then.
But I was so terrified of getting shot, and my
only priority was to have the police over so my

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boyfriend is safe if something happens to him. I was
so terrified. My chest her, and I'm so happy we
are safe. I generally hope I never run into those
three guys. Ever, again, that's not me. Several months ago,

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I had a bit too much to drink with some friends.
I arrived back to my car around twelve am, and
I decided I wasn't in any condition to drive. I
grabbed whatever blankets and jackets. I had curled up in
the back seat and fell asleep. Around four am. I
woke up, hungover, but much more sober than before. I

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reached to the front and started my car to warm up.
As I sat back down, I looked out the rear
view window and saw a man. He was wearing a
dark hoodie with a red backpack on. He was stating
under a street light, staring at me from the middle
of the parking lot. I was confused. It was dark,
and I thought I was just seeing things. But then

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he started walking towards me my car. I have never
jumped into the driver's seat with such swiftness in my life.
I swear my heart felt like it stopped. He proceeded
to stop and just stood there watching me drive away.
It still makes me feel uneasy to this day. I
like to believe that he was not watching me sleep,

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but needless to say, I will not be sleeping in
my car ever again. Before I began, this encounter happened
about ten years ago. I was twenty two years old,
and I am well aware that this was a very
poor judgment call on my part. My parents always taught

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me to help someone in need, just not necessarily to
the extent that I allowed. Up until this point, I
didn't really have much reason not to trust people and
that they may not always have good intentions. I have
also had an unreasonably difficult time saying no to people
my whole life, and have sense had the help of
a therapist to be better about that. I've only told

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this story to a handful of people because I'm truly
ashamed of my actions and potentially putting my daughter's life
in danger. I was on my way to an event
of some kind with my three year old daughter when
I realized I had left something behind in my apartment.
I was close enough to home that I decided to
turn around and ad home. As I was pulling into

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the parking lot of my apartment complex, a woman was
walking kind of in the middle of the driving area
and began waving me down. I pulled up next to
the woman and rolled down my window about one third
of the way. She gave me this story about how
she works nearby at a nursing home and how she
had ran out of gas on her way to the
gas station and was asking for directions to the gas station.

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I didn't think much of the fact that she was
roaming around an apartment complex because it was pretty common
for people to cut through as I sat between two
main roads and avoids traffic lights. I gave her directions
for a five minute walk to the gas station, but
then she mentioned that she was pregnant and that she
wasn't feeling well. I tried told her I was in

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a hurry and assured her that it'd be a quick walk,
but she begged. At this time, she noticed that my
daughter was in the backseat. She had a look of
surprise that I didn't think much of at the time,
and she began talking to my daughter and made her laugh.
She turned back to me and asked one last time
if I could drive her to the gas station. At

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this point I just gave in. I let her in
my car, and she almost immediately asked if I have
any money that she can use. My heart sank at
this point, realizing that she was probably just lying and
just wanted to lie her way into some cash. I
was honest with her and told her that I was
broke and that I also didn't carry cash on me.

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She pointed out another resident in the complex and asked
me to drive her to them. In my mind, there's
still a slight possibility that she needed gas, but she
didn't have the funds for it. So I drive her
to the other person and she rolled down my window
asking for money. They said no, and she pointed out
another person. At this time, I told her that I

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really had to be somewhere and I couldn't keep helping her.
I drove her closer to the other person, but far
enough that she would have to get out to talk
to them, which thankfully she did. Once she got out
of my car, I sped off and drove to my destination.
Told my mother about the story, and a week later
she sent me a clip from the local news. The

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news mentioned a woman who would approach people asking for
a simple favor, which led her to asking them for money.
If these people said no, she pulled out a syringe
or needle of some kind and would threaten to stab
them with it, and even did end up stabbing them
on one occasion. I looked at the image of the
person and instantly recognized this woman that was in my car.

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I know these type of people don't have much of
a conscience, but I truly believe the fact that my
daughter was in the car with me that day is
what kept the woman from stabbing me. I believe this
was April twenty eighteen. I had gone to Colorado for
a concert and was just driving around, checking everything out

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before and after the day before the concert. I'm driving
through the Rockies because I thought it'd be cool. I
guess it was probably already around nine pm at this point.
I get to a gas station and there's an old
lady with the giant suitcase. I went inside, bought a
pack of Swishers, got gas, and as I was leaving,

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she asked me for a ride. Being young and stupid,
I said sure, hoppin' ma'am. Then she had me get
her giant suitcase in my back seat and we were off.
The ride seemed pretty normal at first, just talked about life.
She did most of the talking, mostly about her kids
and family. She claimed that she was hitchhiking to Alaska

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for some insane reason I can't remember. Anyways, I had
enjoyed that. I just decided to give her and let
her smoke while we were driving, not really sure why,
maybe to get her to shut up a little bit. Eventually,
she asked if I want to try her weed, but
keeps mentioning how it tastes funny, which was the red flag,

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so I politely said no. Then she started getting weird,
talking about homeless camps where people smoked maths. Then I
actually got a good look at her and realized she
was probably like a forty year old tweaker and not
as old as I originally thought she was. Also, I
think I saw Adam's apple. She starts pointing out Russ

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stop signs or whatever, which are like one hundred miles out,
and was trying to convince me to go to one
with her. She kept saying, I don't have any money,
but some people will have to suck your dick if
you give them a ride. At this point, I'm actually
driving like a maniac in the middle of a pretty
bad snowstorm at the time, in hopes that I'm more

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visible and noticeable if anything were to happen. I was
terrified for my life. I politely refused all her sexual
and drug related advances. Finally, we get to the town
on the opposite side of the Rockies from Denver, and
I pull up to a gas station and say, okay,
I got to go back to Denver and get some sleep.

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I'm dropping you off here. All she said was you're
a smart young man, and I helped her onloaded suitcase
and left, thanking God, I was still breathing. If any
of my actions are questioned, this was the time of
my life when I was particularly lost and not a
good mental state at all. I definitely shouldn't have been

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roaming Colorado by myself, smaller guy, no weapon asides from
a knife. I'm incredibly lucky. So yesterday I spent a
day out with a couple of friends of mine, going
an our way to the next city to meet up

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and hang out there. Because it's fall now, of course,
it gets pretty dark early and it's inevitable to drive
home in the dark. Well, I don't know the area
very well in the city and had to use Google
Maps for directions, which seemed to take us through the
back roads, where in of itself, is very creepy. We

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had just left from watching a horror movie, too, which
didn't help our nerves, having noticed that some asshole with
led bright lights kept following us at every single turn.
Of course, my friends and I were trying not to panic,
but the guy followed us for quite a few miles
and possibly flashing his lights at us to tell us something.

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I wanted to test it and go down a road
that wasn't the direction given by Google Maps, but I
was worried that it would end up in a dead
end and my suspicions would be right that they were
following us. I couldn't see the car at all asides
from the headlights, so I have no idea what it
was or who it was. Thankfully, once we got closer
to the highway, he seemed to finally trail off and

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turned somewhere else. You can bet your ass I had
a panic attack right afterwards, including hyperventilating due to the
build up tension. More of the story. Trust your guy,
and don't go down any back roads at night. I

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would like to share my own story that I found
incredibly strange and frightening at the time. I'm a female,
I was probably fourteen at the time. I was walking
to school and wanted to get some snacks before I went,
and I got to my parents' permission to spend a
little bit of cash. As I was walking down, this
lady in a blue car honked her horn at me,
which made me jump slightly, so I looked her way

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and asked if she was all right. She kind of
just looked at me, and as I continued walking, she
pulled forward. I ducked into a shop because I was
pretty weirded out by this at this point, kind of panicky.
As I left the shop, lo and behold, the lady
was no longer in her car. So I bolted down

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the roads and hid behind a bush by my village.
There aren't a whole lot of places a hide in
my town, and I was already running lady. A couple
of minutes later, I was still waiting in the bushes
and I see her drive down, looking around while going
weirdly slow. She might've just been grocery shopping or something,

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but it was enough to shake me and I never
saw her or her car ever again after that day.
When my daughter was two, I was having a tough
time as a single mother and decided to take a
road trip up Highway one. I made reservations in Treadadad

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at a cool cabin in the woods within walking distance
of the beach. Before I left, my stepfather gave me
his loaded thirty eight Revolver, which I stored under the
driver's side. Sea Some time after driving through San Francisco.
It was very late and dark, and nobody was on
the highway. My daughter was sleeping peacefully in her car

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seat next to me. Back then, you could literally have
the car seats in the front. I noticed the car
coming up behind me and passed, but then it slowed down,
driving alongside me. I sped up and slowed down, but
couldn't shake him. I looked over and this guy his
interior light on and was furiously gesturing me to pull over.

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I knew I had to find a safe place. There's
nobody else on the road, and I was running low
on gas. There was just nothing on this highway for miles.
I kept driving, but this guy would not leave me alone.
I was getting really frightened, but the Mama bear was
coming out, and I was getting very angry as well.
I knew he could see my kid, who was still sleeping. Finally,

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there was an exit up ahead and a gas station
in the middle of nowhere, so I took the exit,
and the guy closely followed me. I wasn't sure what
to do. The gas station was brightly lit but had
no customers. I didn't feel safe to pull in. I
slowly drove past it, driving further into the dark, desolate

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the landscape, and pulled into a large dir area and
drove quite a ways off the highway with him, following
absolutely nothing around. I knew I was in big trouble
and needed to take control and wanted to put him
in a vulnerable situation. Mama Bear was in full protective
mode and I was pissed. I stopped the car, grabbed

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the gun, and jumped out, locking the car behind me.
As he pulled up, I ran around to the passengers
and waited. He got out of his car and quickly
moved towards me, and I suddenly held the gun up,
visible by the moonlight. He came to a halt, surprised,
and then I leveled the gun across the car, taking aim.

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I waited. He stood there, weighing his options, and then
turned around, got back in his car and left, not
a word spoken. Totally freaked me out. It was a
typical Friday evening and I was on my way home

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from work. I was driving my new car, shiny black
Sedan that I had just purchased a few weeks earlier.
I was feeling pretty good, listening to my favorite music
and looking forward to the weekend. As I drove through
the city, I noticed the car following me. At first,
I didn't think much of it, but as we reached
the stoplight, the car pulled up next to me and

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I saw that there's two men inside. They looked rather
rough and menacing, and they had their faces covered with bandanas.
The light turned green and I moved forward, but the
other car stayed right next to me. I tried to
shake them off, but they wanted to budge. I started
to feel a sense of a knees and started looking

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for an escape room. Then, just as we were approaching
the intersection, the other car swarred in front of me,
forcing me to stop. One of the men got out
and walked up to my window. He had a gun
in his hand and demanded I get out of the car.
I just froze. My mom was racing as I was
trying to figure out what to do. I knew I

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couldn't outrun a bullet, but I didn't want to just
give up my car without a fight. I hesitated, and
the man with a gun grew more aggressive. He shouted
at me to get out of the car, and he
cocked the gun, making it clear that he meant business.
I knew there was no other options, so I coupplied
with his demands and stepped out of the car with

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my hands up. The man took my keys and jumped
in the car and drove off, leaving me standing on
the side of the road and shock. Couldn't believe what
just happened. I just lost my brand new car and
all of my personal belongings were inside. I walked to
the nearest restaurant and used their phone to call the police.

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I had a file report and I give them all
the details I could remember. Luckily, the police took the
matter seriously and tried to track my car via the GPS.
Later it was recovered with my CD player and belongings
all gone, and they were never caught. They incidently left
me shaken, but I was relieved that I had not

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got hurt. Still, the whole experience had been a terrified
and reminder of the dangers that lurk on our streets.
After that carjacking incident, I took some self defense classes
and learned to be more aware of my surroundings. It's
important to always be alert and aware, and also you
have a plan of what to do and kiss up
an emergency. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation,

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remember just stay calm, comply, and call the police immediately after.
It was a dark and stormy night. I know cliche
and I was in the rural countryside. It was extremely windy,

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and the only light for miles came from a faint
glow of the moon peeking out behind the clouds. I
was driving my beat up pickup down a deserted country road,
heading home after a long day at work. The rain
was coming down hard, making it difficult to see a
few feet in front of me. I turned to radio
on to keep myself company, but the only thing I

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came through was static. Suddenly I saw something in the distance.
At first, I thought it was just a trick of
the light, but as I got closer, I realized it
was a big, old, old, rusty truck with a flatbed
trailer attached. It looked like I had him been driven
in years. I slowed down, trying to get a better look,

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but as I got closer, the truck started moving. It
was coming straight towards me, with its headlights pretty much
blinding me. I slammed on the brakes and swear to
the side of the road, but the truck didn't slow down.
It just kept coming. I turned around to Florida, trying
to put as much distance between me and the truck
as possible, but it was no use. The truck was

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faster and it was gaining on me. My heart was
patting in my chest as I sweared around corners, trying
to shake the truck, but it was always there right
behind me. I could see the driver now I shoudn't
we figured behind the wheel, but I couldn't make out
any details. Finally, I saw a dirt road up ahead

(01:02:51):
and turned onto it, hoping that it would lead me
to safety, but the truck followed. It was driving recklessly
through the mud and I could fill my truck shaking
as I hit potholes and bounce over the rough terrain.
The dirt road led to a dead end and I
slammed my brakes, sliding to a stop. I got out

(01:03:12):
of the truck, running to a small farmhouse. I backed
him the door and an older man opened. I told
him everything, and he quickly got a shotgun and we
drove back to the spot. We reached the spot where
I turned onto the dirt road, but we could not
find the truck. We searched for a little bit, but
there was no trays anyways. I never saw the truck again,

(01:03:36):
but I could never forget the terror of being chased
in the dark countryside with no way to escape. Even today,
when I drive through rural areas, I can't help but
keep a watchful eye out for an old, rusty truck,
fearing that it will come after me again. For starters,

(01:04:01):
this happened in July of this year, and it still
freaks me out. I was twenty three when this happened.
It was a hot afternoon. I was going home from
my boyfriend's house, who was about a fifteen to twenty
minute walk from my home. Since it was scorching heat,
I was wearing my bike, shorts and an oversized tea
with sneakers. As I'm getting about ten minutes away from

(01:04:24):
my home, I put my headphones on and decide not
to brush because I didn't want to get there just
yet because I was enjoying the fresh air. As I'm
going across the street, a man at a truck who
was also across the street began catcalling me. I ignored
him and waited for the light to change. As I
waited he began getting increasingly more aggressive and overall just

(01:04:47):
wentn't shut up. The light changes and I make my
way across the street. He then proceeds to honk his
horn as I'm walking by and says, hey, I'm talking
to you. Why don't you come with me for the night.
I'll treat you real good. I immediately told him to
leave me alone and continue on my way, but as

(01:05:08):
I'm walking, he follows me with his truck and keeps
trying to get me to go with him. I call
my boyfriend and tell him the situation, and he face
times to me to see the car and the person
who was following me. He then tells me to go
into the store and stay there. I do as he said,
and not even two minutes later after I walk in,
the man walks in. He was looking for me. He

(01:05:32):
spots me, and I immediately go to the person behind
the counter and tell her the situation. She offers to
let me go in the back to call the police.
I told her yes and waited. He walks up to
the front of the store and ask the lady she's
seen anyone with my description. She immediately says no, and
if he's not going to buy anything to please leave,

(01:05:53):
as she had other customers. He begins huffing and puffing,
saying that he knows that he saw me again. She
says to leave and that if he doesn't, she will
call the police that got him, and he left. About
five minutes later, my boyfriend arrives and tells me he's
gonna take me home as he feels it safer. I

(01:06:14):
didn't argue, and we leave the store. As we walk out,
the man is right there. He looked at us and said, oh,
so you're gonna tease me with a boyfriend. Typical. My
boyfriend immediately goes into protective mode and gets in the
man's face and tells him if I ever see you again,
if you ever breathe in a direction again, you regret it.

(01:06:36):
He then proceeds to push the man in the groin
and walks me back to my house. Sometimes I really
hate being a woman.

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