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This happened to me about two years ago, when I was on a cross-country road trip with my

good friend Kim. We started in the Northwest and our final destination was in Georgia.

We were trying to make this trip as quickly as possible, and since it was just the two

of us, we took shifts sleeping and driving. We had just passed through Laramie, Wyoming,

where I got pulled over for speeding. (Not much, only 10 miles over the speed limit.)

I apologized to the police officer, and he kindly let us off the hook, since our car

had no cruise control and we had a long way to go ahead. After leaving Laramie, we didn't

stop for a long time, and the highway rarely cut through any towns.

It was probably three or four in the morning, and the highway was deserted. Tall pines lined

the two-lane blacktop, and jagged mountains framed the starlit sky above. Kim was sleeping

heavily, her chair reclined all the way down, a blanket thrown over her head. I had the

radio on, but she was so exhausted she did not stir.

I was trying to concentrate on the road and the quiet music on the radio to stay awake.

Visibility was very limited--there were no lights on this road. Suddenly, red and blue

lights flashed in my review mirror. I hastily looked at my speedometer, but I was diligently

following the speed limit after the narrow escape from getting a ticket earlier. (As

a broke college student, ain't nobody got time for that.)

I pulled over, killed my engine, and rolled down my window. The cop car behind me appeared

to be an unmarked vehicle, but it was hard to tell. Kim didn't stir as the police officer

approached my window. "Ma'am," he said in a Mid-Western drawl, "Do

you know why I pulled you over today?" "No, officer, I don't." His flashlight was

pointed directly at my face, and I had to avert my eyes. I looked at the badge on his

chest instead of his face. "Your plates sure are from far away. Where

are you headed?" The police officer in Laramie had asked the same thing.

"Georgia. Family emergency." "Is that so? Well, miss, you aren't in any

shape to make it to Georgia from Nebraska. No sirree."

I frowned. Was my car breaking down? Tail lights out? In my tired haze had I missed

something vital? "I'm sorry, what's wrong?" "Here, miss, step out of the car, I can show

you." He gestured with his flashlight, and the beam slanted across Kim's blanket-shrouded

face, and she sat up. She yawned. "What's going on?"

The police officer abruptly turned, walked away, and got into his car. He flipped a U-turn

and sped off in the opposite direction down the highway.

Kim and I stared at each other for a moment, before I started the car, rolled up the window,

and sped off, with no regard for the speed limit this time.

This is my personal story. This happened About 10 years ago, I went to a concert in Denver Colorado with a few friends.

I'm pretty sure it was staind. Concerts are awesome in Denver. I've been to shows in other

areas, and people just stand there. It's weird. We left the Fillmore soaked in sweat,

and we went our separate ways. I got a burger at a drive thru and got on the freeway. I

lived about 70 miles away from denver. About halfway home, there were semi trucks stopped

up ahead, so I stopped behind them, wondering what the hell was going on. What happened

was a gas truck had tipped over and spilled gas everywhere, even in the river. So nobody

was allowed to drive past this point. Fuck, I thought. I was tired and ready to get into

my damn bed. I backtracked to a tiny town called Idaho springs and parked on the side

of a street. I figured I would sleep for a while and go home in a few hours. I reclined

my seat as far as I could, which wasn't much and tried to sleep. It was kind of a bright

night so I ended up covering my head with a sweatshirt because I hate light when I want

to fall sleep. I dozed off and woke up to knocking. You know when you wake up and don't

know what day it is or where you are? That was happening. I was totally out of it. I

pulled the sweater off of my face. And my eyes were trying to adjust. It was like 5

or 6 am. I looked to my left and see the barrel of a shotgun aimed at my head. Time was in

slow motion. Just thinking about how fast my head would be gone made me wanna throw

up. He told me to keep my hands where he could see them and open the door. I did, and he

pulled me out and threw me on the ground. He handcuffed me. After he checked my ID,

he took the handcuffs off and let me go. It turned out that a guy who had the same truck

model and color had killed his wife and kids and was on the run. The cop said that he was suspicious

because I had my face covered. He was just doing his job but it is scary as shit to have

a gun in your face.

Last summer I came home to visit my parents and siblings. I usually spend my summers working

for my university's housing, so I was really eager to get away from all that and spend

a relaxing few months at home. My parents' house is in a decent neighborhood.

Never had there been an instance of burglary or home invasions. It was pretty quiet suburbia.

I would even venture to say boring on some accounts.

Anyway, last summer, the air conditioning was broken at our house, and my dad was going

to have a repairman come by and check it out at around 2 PM and he would leave work early

to meet him. My mom and sisters were off to work and school, so I was at the house by

myself. My room was upstairs. I took a nap and woke up to the sound of a

door slamming at around 1:30. I didn't think anything of it, because I thought it was my

dad meeting the repairman a little early. I decided I'd go and join them to see what

the damage was -- I was eager to get the AC back because summers in Texas are awful.

When I got to the second floor landing, I noticed something was off right away. It was

dead silent. I heard my dad's gun cabinet open -- the place where he kept his most prized

guns. I thought it was strange, but my dad did love to chat and show off his things.

I honestly had no clue what was going on. And then my cell phone rang in the bathroom

next to my room (I was keeping it in there to charge because the outlet in my room was

broken). It was my dad -- he was calling to tell me that the repairman was coming at 3

instead of 2. Now, I've read where people talk about going

cold all over when they're afraid, but at that exact moment I felt like I was about

to throw up. I was so scared, because whoever was downstairs was not my dad and it apparently

wasn't the repairman. I locked myself in the bathroom and told him

what was going on. He promptly told me to call the police. I did. The operator stayed

on the line with me and said the officers that would arrive had a safe word they would

tell me to assure it was actually them. I sat in the dark bathroom for what seemed like

ages, my heart racing. Finally, there was a soft knock on the door. The man said it

was the police and gave me the safe word, and I quickly ran out to meet them, almost

hyperventilating. And in a flash, all of the police officers

were training their guns on me. I held my hands up, freaking out, but they ushered me

away from the door quickly. I didn't have time to ask questions, because the officers

turned on the bathroom light. Standing in the bathtub was a man, dressed

in all black, clutching a knife. He was staring right at me. He was there the entire time.

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