In light of the upcoming holiday, Halloween, I thought I’d share a few TRUE creepy stories with all of you. If you’re looking for ghosts and goblins that’s not here. These are about creepy scary psycho men and assaults.
1. My mom was kidnapped and stabbed.
When my mom was 21 she borrowed her grandpa’s car and drove into the city. It was evening when she went back out to her car. She started it and drove off. A few blocks later the car stalled. A nice man pulled up and asked if she needed help or if she’d like a ride to the nearest pay phone to contact someone. She said sure and the man drove her to the phone where she called her friend. (She was afraid to call home since it was her grandpa’s car and she didn’t know what she had done to it.) Her friend said she’d come get her. The man then offered my mom a ride back to her car. That was when the man tied her hands behind her back and forced her onto the floor in the back seat. (It was a two door car with a bucket seat in the back.) The man held a knife to her throat as he drove. Somehow my mom was able to contort her wrists and untie the knots that held her arms together. The car came to a stop at a stop sign. My mom pushed the seat forward, taking the knife to her throat, and jumped out of the car. She ran to a nearby apartment building and called the cops. The guy had crimped her gas-line then followed her car until it stopped so he could offer her a ride and kidnap her.
For the next few months my mom, who was still living with her family, had cops that patrolled the house and a cop that stayed inside like one of the family. Since my mom is one of 7 there was a constant flux of people coming and going. The police were afraid that he might come back for her. He had her purse with her license so he knew who she was and where she lived. My mom went on a few stake outs to try to ID the guy. The police also found another young woman that was killed and my mom was asked to look at the way the girl’s arms were tied. They were tied exactly as my mom remembered her’s being. They found about 7 more bodies like that before they finally tracked down the guy. My mom was called in to testify, right in front of the man that had tried to kill her. Now here’s justice at it’s finest. When it came to my mom’s case, he was given more time for “stealing” her purse (she left it in a panic to get out) than for kidnapping and attempted murder. How fucked up is that? Luckily with all the other bodies that had been discovered he did get more time in prison. 30 years later, my freshman year of college, the guy was released on parole.
I might often complain about my mom being over protective, but I would be too if I experienced that and had daughters to think about.
2. Peeping Tom arrested this morning.
For the past few weeks my sister had been hearing voices while she got ready for work at 5am. She was sure that there was a ghost in the house. Over time the voices started to get louder and louder. Then last week, Wednesday, she clearly heard someone talking. She glanced out the window of the bathroom and didn’t see anyone. She called for her husband who thought she was going nuts. He went back to bed. Not too long after that, there was a knock on the window. That, her husband clearly heard. He called the cops and ran into the bathroom as Jen was running out. Then he took off outside but didn’t see anything. The cops came and found footprints and dog-prints outside the bathroom window around a tree that was starting to die. Jeff had noticed the tree wasn’t doing well for a few weeks now and was ready to set a trap for the animal that was eating it. Little did he know it was a pervert staring at his wife.
Thursday morning the police were staking the house and told Jen to keep to her regular routine. As she was pulling out of the driveway for work the neighbor called her husband and told him that they had seen someone running through the yards. The police didn’t find him.
My mom, being the level headed woman that she is **can you sense the sarcasm**, wanted my sister to go out and get a gun. My sister refused saying that her husband wouldn’t allow it. See story 3. My sister and her husband left for the weekend.
This morning, my sister kept with her typical routine again. Her husband got up earlier and waited in their glass porch with a baseball bat in hand and his phone in the other. He spotted someone at the window and started to dial 911 when he heard someone yell freeze. My sister dropped to the floor of the bathroom. **Good instincts. Drop in-case shots are fired!** The guy took off running with the cop close behind. Her husband took off running after him as well. By the time he caught up to the cop and the guy. The dog was tied up and the guy was already in the police car. The peeping tom was a kid, 13 years old. My sister and her husband went down to the station to file a report. Could you imagine being that kids parents. “Oh, I’m so proud of Mikey. He’s been waking up so early to take Duke for a walk before school every day. What a responsible kid.” And then find out that he was looking into people’s windows watching them shower. SICK!!! What makes this worse is that this kid is a juvenile which means he can’t be arrested or anything. They can file the report and get a restraining order against him and that’s about it. No jail or anything. Eventually, he will be one of those guys listed on those sex predator sights. And people will see that he was a juvenile and brush it off as being one of those instances like an 18 year-old dating a 17 year-old or something like that. They won’t realize that this guy has a problem and he might be their neighbor that’s if they check the web-site to know that a predator is living in their neighborhood. The kids mom works in the juvenile court as well. How ironic?
- I don’t think that guys really understand this one. I told a couple of my friends/co-workers and there responses baffled me. One of them laughed and said, ”Wow. I would have taken that as a compliment.” I repeated the part about the boy knocking on the window but this time adding, if he had the balls to knock then what’s next? Breaking into the house so he can join her in the shower? Seriously. What the fuck? The other guy said that he couldn’t blame the kid. It crosses a lot of guys minds. It seemed as though he was almost proud of the kid. He did tell me that he didn’t condone it but… YUCK! If I didn’t have to sit near these guys at work I’d probably avoid seeing them at all costs after those responses. DISGUSTING!!! Am I right? Do guys just not get it? Or are these guys just creeps as well?
3. Break-in ends with murder.
I believe it was about 2 years ago that we received a phone call saying that my brother-in-law’s dad had been found dead…murdered. I had the privilege of being the only person from my family (besides my sister) to meet this man. He looked like Santa with long grey hair and a big white beard. He had a few extra inches as well. He was a sweet man. Cheerful. He lived out west somewhere in the mountains. He looked like a mountain man. His only neighbor lived miles away. Unfortunately he came home at the wrong time. His house had been broken into. When he arrived the burglar hid in the closet and waited. The dad was walking around realizing that someone had been inside. Then he was shot in the head from behind. The burglar put his body in the dad’s car and drove off. His neighbor recalled seeing the car drive by with someone else behind the wheel. The body was dumped in the woods. It wasn’t found until days later.
4. You can never be too safe.
Several months ago a friend of mine was at a bar with her boyfriend. They knew that they were not in the best part of town but it didn’t seem all that bad. They sat at the bar and made friends with some other patrons. They were drinking and laughing. The new friends were buying them drinks. They were having a great time. A few hours later my friend woke up in a strange hotel room being assaulted. (I won’t go into detail. I don’t want to think about it in detail.) She asked where her boyfriend was. “Passed out in the bathroom. It’s ok. Shhh.” was the guys response. Somehow my friend managed to get the guy off her and ran into the bathroom where her boyfriend was. She woke him up. (He was still out cold from the drug they had been slipped.) They got out of the hotel room and called the cops. They went to the hospital and had several tests done over SEVERAL hours. There is a date rape drug out there that once you go to the bathroom there is no sign of it left in your system. Therefore they had no proof that they had been drugged. The police found the guy but the detective decided that it was a story of he said/she said. The bastard told the cops that it was consensual and several other lies that the detective didn’t bother to check out. There was nothing my friends could do. They are still in therapy trying to get over this trauma.
I myself have been drugged once. I was out at a bar with my boyfriend and his friends. I’m not sure how it happened because I was buying my own drinks or the people that I was with were buying them. Fortunately, I was with friends and I know that nothing bad happened to me but I blacked out completely. I didn’t remember leaving the bar or how we got home or going to sleep or going into the bathroom. I figured out that I lost at least 3 hours of the night, maybe more. The next thing I knew I was sick in the bathroom at my boyfriend’s apartment. My boyfriend didn’t believe that I was slipped something. He told me that I drank a lot. Together we recalled what I drank that night. I think he decided that I had one beer before the bar and 3 mixed drinks at the bar. Even if the drinks that I had were pure alcohol there was NO WAY that I would have blacked out like that. I was still in college. I knew my tolerance and besides I had never blacked out in the past and I never have since. He still refused to believe it. I couldn’t trust him after that. Was he covering something up? Why wouldn’t he believe that it might have been possible? There were only a few people that could have slipped me something, the bartender, our waitress, my boyfriend, or his friends. Either way, I no longer felt safe being with him. Obviously that relationship is over.
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