Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Killer in the Backseat

One night, a woman went out for drinks with her friends. She left really late at night, feeling only slightly tipsy. Not long after she left the bar, she noticed she was low on gas.

She stopped at a gas station. The attendant was one of those creepy biker guys you naturally assume hurt women if they don't get what they want from them. The woman quickly filled up her car and paid for the gas. She drove away as quickly as she could while still being with the legal speed limit.

She saw headlights in her rearview mirror. They were flashingon and off. At first, she thought nothing of it. But after a few miles of this, she became worried. When it persisted for ten miles, she picked up her phone and dialed 911.

"There is a strange car following me!" she told the dispatcher. "Can you help me?!"

The dispatcher asked what road she was on and she told them. She drove for another five miles and pulled over. The police were waiting for her. She quickly jumped out, as did the creepy gas station attendant.

"Sir!" said the police. "Go back to your vehicle and drive away!"

"Check the back seat of her car!" said the man running forward.

The police opened the back door of the woman's car and out jumped a man with a small hatchet. He started running towards the frightened woman. The attendant grabbed the woman to protect her if necessary while the police tackled the would-be killer.

It turned out that the man, an escaped mental patient, had jumped into her car as she was paying for gas. The attendant noticed him as she drove out of the parking lot, jumped into his truck, and kept flashing his headlights to keep the mad man from killing her. From then on, the woman and attendant were friends and she always checked her backseat.

*NOTE: This was featured on Beyond Belief: Fact of Fiction and was determined to be false, no inncodent like this has yet to occur. Keyword: YET! Please, always have your windows up (if you must, leave a slight crack) and lock the car door when you leave it unattended for your saftey.*

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