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Down in Back, Please!


A woman has just left a mini-mart after purchasing a few odds and ends for supper that night. She walks to her big four wheel drive vehicle and climbs in. She puts her bag over on the passenger seat along with her purse, she settles in and starts up the engine. She pulls out of the shopping center, onto the main road. It’s about 8:00 and she is trying to rush home to get supper started, knowing that her husband will be starving.

As she drives she feels a chill run up her back, so she turns on a little heat. She has a very unusual bizarre feeling that she can’t quite name. All of a sudden this maniac swerves by her car almost running her off the rode. He stays along side her car waving and pointing at her, swerving dangerously all the while. She’s frantically trying to keep control of her car white trying not to run into this maniacs car beside her. She finally speeds up and leaves the weirdo behind her. She turns on the radio for some soothing, calming music. She’s relaxing, trying to talk herself into a calm state after the incident with the unknown driver. All of a sudden she sees bright lights flashing her from behind. She glances in the rear view mirror and it’s the same car, driven by the psycho she’s just encountered 3 minutes ago. She ignores him and concentrates on the road only to be flashed again from behind by the glaring lights. She once again looks in the mirror back at him. Her forgotten radio station is interrupted by a news flash about police helicopters in the area, on the trail of a serial killer. She turns the radio off and concentrates on the road and turns her attention away from the pesky car behind her. She’s only a few miles from home and again the car from behind her flashes a bright blinding light straight into her rear view mirror. She’s had enough of this guy but she’s not bold or stupid enough to stop and confront him. She tries to loose him by going down some back roads. She’s hoping he will go on his way and not follow. As she turns down another dirt road she sees his lights once again. She quickly picks up her cell phone and hits 911 quick dial. She tells the police the story of what’s been happening. They assure her that they will send out some squad cars to meet her at her home, but she will need to drive around for about 10 more minutes so the cars can get to her house before her. So she drives on, only to have the maniac drive up closer and closer to her bumper, threatening to hit her car, flashing her each time. She is frantic now and can’t wait to pull into her driveway. After about 10 minutes she heads down the road to her home and the safety of her husbands arms. She sees the police cars ahead and suddenly feels all the pressure and frantic, wound up nerves in the back of her neck relax. She rolls into the driveway and the unrelenting car behind her rolls in behind her. The police are stationed outside her home in the bushes and in the neighbors bushes. As the frightened women jumps out of her running car and runs to her husband who is waiting by the garage, the police approach the old man in his car. They have their guns drawn and they instruct him to get out of the car with his hands up. He’s shocked and doesn’t understand why the police are pointing guns at him. He gets out and the police start frisking him against his car. When he’s asked about the incident and why he wanted to scare the poor women. He looks up with sad eyes and says "I was simply trying to save her life, but she wouldn’t let me help her". The police are baffled and they know that they have an old senile man on their hands. They ask him what he means by "saving" her life. And he says "If you’d check in her car you’ll find him. He has a hook on his hand. He tried to kill her over and over again. I flashed my lights so she would look up and he would then scrunch down in the back of the seat". Two policemen run over and throw open the back door of the women’s car. And a sharp metal hook swipes out at the first policeman making no contact, causing the second policeman to fire immediately at the body attached to the hooked hand. The hook goes lifeless. To everyone’s shock, the serial killer was right there, in a lump in the lady’s back seat. The poor old man was invited in by the lady and her husband and apologizes and thanks were provided.

Just to start of I live in California, it happened to my mom’s friend thirty years ago who lived in Kansas, and it is well known across the U.S.
We’ll call here Mary. Mary was driving home on what she described as one of the cheesy horror flick nights. She was all alone, it was raining, with lighting and thunder surrounding the road. The thunder was so loud it over-powered the sound of the radio. Which was announcing the escape of a convict at the local prison, one hour earlier (Mary had gotten in her car half an hour ago). He was being transferred to another prison, but before they could get him into their transport car,he had already broken his restraints and was killing everybody he could find. The described him as a tall, handsome and mysterious, so mysterious that it would lead you to the conclusion that he might be a psychopathic killer.

She got worried since she worked near the prison. All of the sudden, a truck’s high-beams went on. Mary thought nothing of it, until it happened two more times. Her stomach plummeted about one hundred feet (she told me), he was following her, every move, every corner, he ever sped up. Mary hid her fear as he kept flashing his high beams, she thought to herself if you keep it in you will not loose control of the car. Keep cool, keep calm, just keep going. Finally, she got home, got out of the car as the man in the truck did. She threatened him to stay away, or she’s going to call the cops. The trucker we’ll call Bob pulled out a bat, and headed to her car. She tried so hard to get her front door open. But she couldn’t, Bob proceeded to open her back seat car door and started beating the back seat. As it would turn out that she is the reason that this story is famous.

The psycho escape convict was in her back seat with a knife. And Bob who she later "Married" (who is three years older), was protecting her from this man.

There’s a girl driving along I-95 on the way back to Florida after visiting her relatives in Maryland. It’s about 1:00 am and it starts raining when she realizes she’s almost out of gas. She sees a sign for a gas station about 3 miles ahead and breaths a sigh of relief. But when she gets there she sees it’s one of those old family-owned decrepit looking gas stations. She’s scared to stop but she really had no choice. As she pulls in a hunchback man who looks disfigured comes running through the rain. He puts the pump in the tank and asks for her credit card. She hands it to him over the top of the window and he runs back inside.
After a few seconds he comes back out and tells the girl she will have to come inside, her card has been denied. Reluctantly, she walks inside. The hunchback grabs her and tries to tell her something but she hits him with a fry pan from the stove in the office. She runs into her car and takes off with the hunchback screaming at her. After driving for a few miles she turns on the radio and tries to relax. As she looks in the rear-view mirror, she sees someone pop out of the back seat with a hatchet type of axe. It’s the last thing she ever sees. Apparently, the hunchback at the gas station was trying to warn her.

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