Re: killers after you. A story for everyone. One of the most terrifying experiences of my life.
The most harrowing of these.. I had to escape a town I had just moved to because the acquaintance who invited me to move in (diff province) turned out to be an actual killer, or at least covering for one. I found projectile impact hole with a big ass red circular stain, bit of red splatter on the ceiling of this concrete floored room he moved me into after a day or two. He had also asked me to paint that floor and was gonna get paint to do it soon after I moved in. And I also found an old pellet from a shotgun shell, in a little drilled hole in the concrete.
Confronted him when he was at work over facebook. Didnt like his answers at all. Said why don't I just bring this pellet down to the cops though, maybe something happened before you moved in here - trying to gauge his reaction. He said nonononono, he said he'd be home at 6. Ok sure.
I got the urge to leave and that I was in danger, despite my knee being fucking painful at the time.. went for a walk, came back 4:30 ish, thinking I was overreacting and should give him time to explain.
About 40 ft from the house. Saw him storming up to the house super fast - he had parked his vehicle somewhere that I wouldn't see him coming as well - not normal. Would have been stuck in the basement if I hadn't gone for the walk too, no way out. He didn't see me on the sidewalk, rushed into the house, slammed the door, presumably to go fucking kill me and shut me up (otherwise why would he say he was coming home at 6, then come home early, hide that he had arrived and rush in?).
Immediately realized he had rushed home early from work to shut me up. Turned the fuck around and booked it. Left ALL my shit there. Everything I owned but some clothes I had in my backpack on me. My computer, bed, grow equipment, EVERYTHING i owned.
Went to the cops.. they gave off weird vibes, and wanted me to go back to the house with them.. I said fuck that I'm not going back there. I'll wait here for you to go if you want. They weren't interested - why?
So I left there too. Went to stay in a shelter - fucking place was like a prison, thought I was gonna be shanked. Walked the streets overnight. Stayed at the hospital psych ward the next night, just pleaded for a bed, and managed to get a bus ticket home.
Went to the bus station. Get there and I'm like, thank god I can get home now and safe. Hours before the bus leaves (in an industrial area - basically no people at all around but me), these two sketchy dudes walk up. One guy literally has a fucking PRISON POSSESSIONS BAG on him. And they're trying to talk me up get me to drink, outside at this picnic table. The guys clearly know each other. There's an older thug, and this young thug dude going into this prison possessions bag (they give these to you when you get released from jail) and he's pulling out shit like.. a womans scarf.. and i'm like wtf is going on here
So, the young guy slowly starts nudging closer and closer to me, with his hand in a jacket... concealed.. and I'm sitting down at this table about 5 ft from him, and I realize holy fuck this guy is about to stab me. I get up and stretch like normal and get distance from him, and say "Ahhh what time does the bus leave guys?" at the same time to distract. They think about it and it gives me enough time to create more distance towards the bus station. The guy is no longer moving at me and cannot without making it obvious, they now have to let me go in and wait for me to come back out (in their minds)
I go into the bus station and explain to the guy that I'm in danger. Ask him, please, let me just leave out the backdoor, I can't use this ticket. I have to leave. He's confused, but agrees. I go out the back door and BOOK IT down some sidestreet they can't see. No idea where I am. Just running far away where they can't see.
Now, I have to make it 3 hrs away on the highway, to another town, to catch the connecting bus to get home. I end up asking people where the freeway is, then walk with a fucked up knee for 2 fucking hours to get there. Then managed to hitchhike 2 rides to get to the bus in time, and got home.
FUCKING HELL MAN, IT WAS FUCKING TERRIFYING
JESUS
Re: killers after you. A story for everyone. One of the most terrifying experiences of my life.
The most harrowing of these.. I had to escape a town I had just moved to because the acquaintance who invited me to move in (diff province) turned out to be an actual killer, or at least covering for one. I found projectile impact hole with a big ass red circular stain, bit of red splatter on the ceiling of this concrete floored room he moved me into after a day or two. He had also asked me to paint that floor and was gonna get paint to do it soon after I moved in. And I also found an old pellet from a shotgun shell, in a little drilled hole in the concrete.
Confronted him when he was at work over facebook. Didnt like his answers at all. Said why don't I just bring this pellet down to the cops though, maybe something happened before you moved in here - trying to gauge his reaction. He said nonononono, he said he'd be home at 6. Ok sure.
I got the urge to leave and that I was in danger, despite my knee being fucking painful at the time.. went for a walk, came back 4:30 ish, thinking I was overreacting and should give him time to explain.
About 40 ft from the house. Saw him storming up to the house super fast - he had parked his vehicle somewhere that I wouldn't see him coming as well - not normal. Would have been stuck in the basement if I hadn't gone for the walk too, no way out. He didn't see me on the sidewalk, rushed into the house, slammed the door, presumably to go fucking kill me and shut me up (otherwise why would he say he was coming home at 6, then come home early, hide that he had arrived and rush in?).
Immediately realized he had rushed home early from work to shut me up. Turned the fuck around and booked it. Left ALL my shit there. Everything I owned but some clothes I had in my backpack on me. My computer, bed, grow equipment, EVERYTHING i owned.
Went to the cops.. they gave off weird vibes, and wanted me to go back to the house with them.. I said fuck that I'm not going back there. I'll wait here for you to go if you want. They weren't interested - why?
So I left there too. Went to stay in a shelter - fucking place was like a prison, thought I was gonna be shanked. Walked the streets overnight. Stayed at the hospital psych ward the next night, just pleaded for a bed, and managed to get a bus ticket home.
Went to the bus station. Get there and I'm like, thank god I can get home now and safe. Hours before the bus leaves (in an industrial area - basically no people at all around but me), these two sketchy dudes walk up. One guy literally has a fucking PRISON POSSESSIONS BAG on him. And they're trying to talk me up get me to drink, outside at this picnic table. The guys clearly know each other. There's an older thug, and this young thug dude going into this prison possessions bag (they give these to you when you get released from jail) and he's pulling out shit like.. a womans scarf.. and i'm like wtf is going on here
So, the young guy slowly starts nudging closer and closer to me, with his hand in a jacket... concealed.. and I'm sitting down at this table about 5 ft from him, and I realize holy fuck this guy is about to stab me. I get up and stretch like normal and get distance from him, and say "Ahhh what time does the bus leave guys?" at the same time to distract. They think about it and it gives me enough time to create more distance towards the bus station. The guy is no longer moving at me and cannot without making it obvious, they now have to let me go in and wait for me to come back out (in their minds)
I go into the bus station and explain to the guy that I'm in danger. Ask him, please, let me just leave out the backdoor, I can't use this ticket. I have to leave. He's confused, but agrees. I go out the back door and BOOK IT down some sidestreet they can't see. No idea where I am. Just running far away where they can't see.
Now, I have to make it 3 hrs away on the highway, to another town, to catch the connecting bus to get home. I end up asking people where the freeway is, then walk with a fucked up knee for 2 fucking hours to get there. Then managed to hitchhike 2 rides to get to the bus in time, and got home.
FUCKING HELL MAN, IT WAS FUCKING TERRIFYING
JESUS