Given upcoming Halloween and horror movies (and inspired by the other murder thread), I feel this is an appropriate time for this thread.
Anybody ever head a close-call or creepy real-life interaction with a killer?
Anybody around Milwaukee in the late '80s/early '90s during the Dahmer year who met him or know somebody who had? Or back in the '70s in the Gacy years? (Shudder)
Yep, I did. No doubt about it.
I know someone that was stalked done a dark street in San Francisco in the 80's. He crossed the street and the man crossed the street, too. He told the man to get away, but he kept walking closer. My acquaintance pulled out a pistol and repeated himself, then the man turned around and crossed to the other side of the street. The next day he saw a description of a killer which matched the man that was following him.
I met a black dude in Mpls. Bookstore years ago and we cruised each other so I asked him back to my place. He was hesitant and told me why . Years before he lived in Milwaukee and remembers a good looking blonde guy cruising him at the bar. He almost went home with him but something came up( friends had other plans or some other distraction). That blonde guy ended up being Jeffrey.. This poor guy was visibly shaken and on the verge of tears telling me this. I gave him a hug and told him good luck and to be careful out there. I also told him he may be safer sticking with other black guys seeing as how most serial killers back then were white males. He got a chuckle out of it and we had a very heated make out session/grinding right there in the bookstore.
I also knew another guy who had met Andrew cuhnanan(sp?). At a bar and was setting up a three way with the guy he ended up killing here in mpls. This guy ended up somehow not going thru with the three way. When this guy heard the news of the killing, he vomited. Could have been him too.
There was a killer in Kansas City who was robbing convenience stores and small businesses. He killed at each robbery. The police were advising to do anything to get away rather than being cooperative, which is usually recommended.
I had spent Sunday with my Dad's cousins. They were older, I barely knew them, was bored silly and wanted out of there.
I started making my exit and my hostess detained me for over an hour with mindless chit chat at the door. I kept thinking about getting a coke at the near by convenience store.
When I passed that store it had been hit by the robber and people were killed.
Something caused her to hold me up, had she not, I would have been at that store when it was hit.
Not me, but my mother dated the Boston Strangler in high school.
She had even worst taste in men than I do.
Not me, but in the days of Myra Hindley my grandma (who would have been in her teens at the time) dated the best friend of David Smith (Myra's brother in law/ the chief witness in the case). She met Myra's sister but never Myra herself.
Used to see John Gotti outside my door almost every day. Boehner very much like him.
A former co-worker claims she was followed by Ted Bundy. He grabbed another girl from her high school instead.
Was on a hijacked bus and witnessed a murder at the age of 8, riding alone. I think he just went wacko and wasn't a serial killer.
Was living at UC Santa Cruz where I used to go hiking in the forest -- until David Carpenter aka The Trailside Killer committed murders there. Posters warning us not to hike unless we were together in large groups were all over campus.
Someone whose name I don't even wish to remember stabbed to death my downstairs neighbor. I heard the commotion and called the cops, but there was no answer at the door when the police arrived. They couldn't just break the door down so they left. He was discovered the next day by the bulding super. He was already wanted for killing his parents. I saw the ransacked apartment and dead body. Blood was everywhere. We moved out of that building two weeks later. My partner and I found out he was arrested while watching an episode of "America's Most Wanted" a few months later. They showed a news clip including shots of my partner and I in the crowd of police and other neighbors. The news media showed up before the coroner did.
Very creepy, R9.
Someone here once posted about bring cruised by Jeffrey Dahmer. A show about him happened to be on tv the other day and I thought about that. From memory, the poster was very creeped out and didn't provide details.
I didn't watch much if the documentary but there was one interesting fact - the famous striped shirt that Dahmer was wearing at his hearing belonged to the son if the lead detective. The detective asked his son if he had any spare clothes and the boy donated jeans and that blue and white striped shirt, saying it had been given to him for Xmas and he'd never wear it. From memory, a lot of mileage was gotten from how preppy the shirt made Dahmer look .., and if wasn't even his and he tried to return it after the hearing.
"brushes with serial killers"
sounds like a painting class...taught by Damien Hirst.
Did anyone have a brush with the Candyman in Houston in the 70s?
I work on Capitol Hill, so yes! Of course I have!
I believe I ran into Ted Kaczynski in a used book store next to a Top Hat pizza. I went up to him and starting jabbering like an idiot because he was wearing a t-shirt from my college dorm. I mean he was disheveled and older, and looked a little worse for the wear, and possibly homeless and infested with bugs. But life can be hard on people - I don't judge. When I found out he was from the same original area, I started rattling of names of people we might know in common (no I didn't know his name at this point). He acted like a scared rabbit and literally ran away from me to his old VW bus.
Anyway, so once he was in the bus I expected him to peel out but he didn't. He just sat there. I started to feel a little creepy. So I went to my car and just sat there for a minute. Then I thought, well maybe he's not used to talking to people, so I got out of my car and started walking towards his bus, and that's when he fired her up and got out of there.
I was in Minneapolis. I had just been to the Gay 90s and I was walking back to the bridge when I saw a white Cadillac with someone inside sitting in a parking lot. I cruised the guy and got in. Well, he was hugely fat, but I'm not picky so I started rubbing his leg and he started saying stuff like all gay people were evil and should be killed, so I told him he was sick and got out of the car. I always wondered if he was that terrible minister whose wife became an antigay activist after he gave her AIDS.
I ran into a dude in a Chicago gay bar who had been accused of murder in a notorious unsolved murder in my hometown, in his view because he was gay. He started crying. Anyway, I comforted him and went back to his apartment with him. After we did the deed, I got up to go and he suddenly threw a huge angry temper tantrum, "Nobody ever stays the night" and became mildly threatening. So I booked out of there as quickly as possible.
I knew a guy who was questioned in the Richard Speck murders (eight nurses in Chicago - 1966). No reason except that he was a hippy sort in the neighborhood at the time.
Anyway, anyone who has met a medical doctor has probably met a serial killer.
My mother was chatted-up by Peter Manuel, an American-Scottish serial killer...
Fortunately, she thought he was a bit creepy.
Weird that you should mention Peter Manuel R22 - I was talking with an old neighbor a few days ago when back visiting, he was telling stories about the old days back in Scotland and he said he'd worked on a building site with a serial killer by the name of Peter Manuel when he was a teenage boy. He said the guy had been considered creepy and something of a psycho among the crew.
he also talked about Bible John who seemed to be a psycho-about-town round about the same time.
So now I have a tenuous brush with a serial killer.
A friend of my mom's waited on Patricia Krenwinkel at a store in Mobile, Alabama, where her mother lived and where Charlie Manson told her to go right after the murders. My mom's friend described her as polite and soft-spoken.
I ate lunch with Dawn DeFeo every day in my senior year of HS. She was BFF with my friend's younger sister.
My mother knew Jeff McDonald's parents and knew their kids. She didn't like them.
My uncle went to HS with Jeff McDonald and was shocked about the killings. My uncle was very poor and Jeff was BMOC in HS and my uncle admired him greatly.
My sister's best friend in the 1970s was close friends with a woman who was murdered in her home. A homeless drug addict who'd been kicked out by his parents was living in the woods behind her house. Cops found later that he often looked in the windows and watched her. One day she was doing laundry in her basement and was blasting the Rolling Stones on her stereo. He got inside the house, murdered her in the basement and raped her dead body. Her son found her when he came home from school.
My husband knows a woman who is the daughter of a man who stabbed his wife to death. The mother tried to get to a neighbor's house but died before getting there. The daughter was about 2 years old and was found clinging to her mother's body on the lawn. She is all kinds of messed up.
My husband is in mental health care and has had many patients who were touched by violence. An older couple whose son was murdered by his ex-girlfriend's brother; a couple whose daughter became a drug addict/prostitute and disappeared at about age 20 and was never seen or heard from again. I can't remember the rest but he's been in the field for 30 years and he's seen a lot of people whose family members were murdered. It's more common than you think.
I saw something nasty in the woodshed.
My lover at the time worked with Jeremy Weinberger. Very cute kid, shy. Never went out with the boys after work. They finally persuaded him to go with them to the bars one night, when he met Dahmer. My lover saw Dahmer from across the bar but didn't meet him.
So sad, R27.
I blew Richard Speck. Does that count?
I worked right down the street from Gacy's house, and I could see the trucks going in and out of his street while they were tearing the house down.
I also worked with a girl who lived across the street and a few doors down from him, and when she was in high school she used to babysit in his house while he was off doing, well we all know what he was doing.
I written about this before, but she never suspected anything, although he would always insist on walking her home. What was odd was that he would walk her straight out the front door and across the street before turning towards her house, even though it was much shorter to cut across his driveway. Obviously in hindsight he didn't want her anywhere near his truck.
My boyfriend (of 20 years) and I have an interesting common fact. Before we met, he dated Richard W. Rogers, the "last call" killer. Obviously, my bf survived.
Totally separately, I used to hang out at The Five Oaks, and knew Michael Sakara (one of the victims) very well. I was there the night he was killed, saw Rogers at the bar, and was questioned by the police as being a one of the last people to speak with Sakara.
Later, when Rogers was identified as the killer, my bf & I had a moment of shock, compared notes, and realized what a small world it was.
I've posted this before but believe I saw Dahmer when I was a college student in Milwaukee. After he was arrested and his picture was on the news several of us thought we recognized him as a guy who used to hang around the bus stop near campus.
A Seattle friend of mine actually got into a car with Ted Bundy in the 70s. She was a teenage girl who wore her long brown hair parted in the middle. Hitchhiking. She realized there was no door handle on the passenger door of his VW bug as she got in and so she said "thanks anyway."
I was in intensive care for a suicide attempt at OSU Hospital in 1983 when the halls there were being stalked by a serial killer. It turned out to be a doctor. I forget his name but it was a huge deal at the time. Ironically, I would have appreciated his intervention.
R36, why did you bump a thread that had a reply only six minutes old?
I was murdered by Jack the Ripper. Bloody Hell, it was.
My brother was gay and lived in Milwaukee in the late 80's and early 90s. He remembers seeing him a lot at a seedy bar next to the Phoenix - now it's called Club 219. Can't remember the name.
He said that there was something always off about him, but he met him several times.
In reality, he was a relatively attractive man. But if you met him, there was something not quite right.
With my forgiving nature and slutty ass, I would have been dinner for sure.
I slept with Andrew Cunanan. He shot his load in me. Creepy, yet charming.
I was cruised/harassed by Jeffery Dalhmer in Milwaukee.
It was my first time in a gay bar. I was already scared and frightened and Jeffery Dalhmer was sitting next to me at the bar. He went into a tirade about how I must think I was too good to talk to him. I was just too frightened to talk to anyone. I still don't like to go to bars.
Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard.
r35 Michael Swango?
Randy Woodfield - the I-5 killer. My partner came upon him on the freeqay. He was maniacally pursuing another car that was desperately trying to get away. Somehow it stopped up traffic behind them. People got out and watched as he was severely hassling a woman (the one he'd been pursuing). I think he was either trying to get her out of her car, or get her into his car. My partner, not knowing of course that this was a serial killer, got out and started yelling at the guy to get away from her. My partner is small and the killer is large, but for whatever reason, he gave up the pursuit and drove off. It wasn't long after that he was in the papers as the I-5 killer and my partner realized he'd confronted him.
I might have clearer details for you tomorrow when my partner is awake and I can ask him.
Anyone almost end up going with Herb Baumeister out to Foxhall Farm outside Indianapolis?
I'm still amazed that I wasn't a victim of this serial rapist / murderer. I was quite the party guy in those days, but I guess our paths just never crossed, FORTUNATELY for me. The part that just shakes me to the core is that he got off on torturing his victims for days before killing them - I just cannot imagine the terror and pain they suffered at his depraved hands. The buzz is that there are many more victims, just unknown to authorities - Florida is LOADED with drifters and they are easy targets for such foul play because there is usually no one to report them missing, or even try to find them after years and years.
When I was a boy, I shook the hand of Dick Cheney when he was Secretary of Defense.
"My partner came upon him on the freeqay."
Dahmer's apartment was located about 20 blocks from my home in upscale Wauwatosa, WI. I wouldn't be caught dead in those trashy bars where he was a regular. No pun intended.
Was in the car with all three of the Houston serial killers, Dean Corll, David Brooks and Wayne Henley. Obviously it was before it was finally discovered that they were killing teen boys in the Heights area. I am female.
Went to school with David and Wayne. The bastards delivered a few school friends and acquaintances to Dean for their torture and deaths. Unforgivable.
While riding in the car I clearly remember Wayne handing a half-finished beer to Dean and telling Dean to "kill it" more than once. Obviously it was an "inside joke" to them.
Have other incidents too but won't bore you with it.
Suffice to say had I been male.....well....you get the picture.
A friend went to school with a loser who is currently serving time for murdering a series of women in Rochester. He saved a seat for her on the schoolbus every day!
My mother was....Bessie Denker
I never knew her personally, but Stephanie Gach, who attended my alma mater while I was in grad school, was murdered by Alabama serial killer Jack Trawick in 1992. He was executed in 2009, but in the interim he taunted her mother from death row, and a "fan" of his created a website for him where he gloated about his crimes.
R45, just saw the documentary on the Fox Hollow Farm - unbelievably creepy. Anybody been around those parts?
Unrelated: In 1968-69, my aunt lived in a bungalow near the Hollywood hills that was "creepy-crawled." She'd awaken to re-arranged furniture; window blinds pulled up that had been left closed at night. But she was also scatter-brained and liked to hit the pills and the bottle, so when she told my mom about it, my mom just thought she was "imagining." It wasn't until years later, in the mid-70s when "Helter Skelter" was published, that they both put it together that the Manson family may have paid her a few visits while she was sleeping.
There are approx. 30 - 50 active serial killers in the U.S. at any time.
There's a guy who HAS to be gay who is on all the ghost shows. He built a house into the hillside near the Sharon Tate house site. He swears up and down his house is haunted, even though it's not even on the same property as where the murders happened. He gives off a really creepy vibe, I wouldn't be surprised if he was a killer, personally. I get the impression that he digs being associated with the murders even slightly, and is a fame whore generally.
I was in high school. I woke up one night with a man in a trench coat standing above me. I gasped and he disappeared. I thought I was dreaming so I just went back to sleep. Later that morning, my sister (who got up early every morning to do her hair and make-up) was blow drying her hair and thought she saw a man with a trench coat run by the bathroom door. She looked and saw nothing so closed the door and got ready. On the way to school, we told each other about our experiences and freaked out. I was telling a friend after school and a lady overheard us. The woman told me that police had warned her neighborhood of a man that was breaking into houses and walking around while people were asleep.
A few weeks later, a woman was stabbed to death in the 10 minutes between the time she put her children to bed and her husband got home. Then a girl my age was brutally stabbed to death as she closed the furniture store where she worked.
It took many years, but they caught and executed the man that did it. He had been a frequent customer at the restaurant my sister worked at as a waitress. A few years ago, I was reading a newspaper story about the investigation leading to his arrest and conviction (it took many years because a key piece of evidence was misplaced). The article profiled the killer - who was known to police...because he was suspected of breaking into houses, hiding, and walking around while people were asleep.
R59 That is the so creepy.
Not a [italic]serial[/italic] killer, but rather a one-timer AFAIK, Andrew Crispo was the first guy who fucked me. He was absolutely gorgeous and he had the biggest dick in NY, circa 1975. He was a rather dominant fellow, but hadn't yet gotten into the drugs and whips that later became his trademark.
About 15 years ago I was at a party in Palm Springs. The topic of discussion turned to "who had the most horrible ex-boyfriend."
Everyone had a tale to tell, and then this one guy said "I used to date John Wayne Gacy." Shock and awe and hush.
He'd met Gacy at a bar downtown and they went back to Gacy's house and had sex in the garage. This continued for a few months, with the wife in the house cooking dinner or doing the dishes.
This was before the murders began, at least according to him.
We were all stunned, mouths agape, when someone shouted YOU WIN!
Since you are all HIV infested, that means all of you are serial killers.
My former partner's mother went to the University of WA in Seattle. This was early 70's. She went out with Ted Bundy several times, prior to his spree. She was (and still is) model-attractive, a true beauty. She describes him as "one of the most charismatic and charming men" she's ever met, but said he was a little too enthusiastic and wanted a serious relationship right off the bat.
I'd say she dodged a bullet. Or worse.
R65 again here. Not a brush, but I was a kid when the BTK guy was on the loose in Wichita. We lived a half hour outside town, and I remember my parents and all the parents in the neighborhood sitting out on their porches in the evenings, keeping an eye on us and each other (not as in, they were suspicious of each other, but taking care of each other.) We were used to biking/running all over the neighborhood but our parents told us "not to go out of sight" and gave us strict boundaries, but never said why. Parents took us to school and picked us up--we were never alone. I remember feeling scared and it was the first time in my life I somehow knew there were Very Bad People out there. A few months later, my brother and I saw a breaking news story about BTK and he'd just killed a family not far from us. Then we understood what was going on, and we slept next to our parents' bed for years.
Because this thread deserves more posts..
My best friends sister-in-law used to live in the same apartment building as Fred and Rose West. She used to say hello to them on the stairs. The was the building they lived in before moving to 25 Cromwell Street.
Anybody had any close calls w/ the Fox Hollow killer?
My friend's brother, a young rebellious guy, who was also exploring his emerging gay identity, lived several blocks from Dahmer. At that time my friend was really scared for him because young males had been disappearing but no one knew what was actually going on, and she feared for the safety of her brother. She was completely unglued but relieved when the truth about Dahmer was revealed after his arrest.
R5 that was a horrendous time around the city of Boston and beyond. I was a little kid watching the news report about each new murder suspected to be perpetrated by the Boston Strangler. I lived in suburbia, a 30 minute drive outside Boston, yet every mom I knew was sure he'd creep into their neighborhood. It was that creepy - fueling by the same sense of evil things beyond one's control, rendering oneself helpless, which was so imbedded in each adult from years of Cold War fears. It was horrible.
This still haunts me. In the late 80s and early 90s I was studying astrology at a New Age store. I was trying to get practice doing natal charts and friends would refer people they knew. It was fun and interesting at the time and I only wanted to see if people got some sense of value from the interpretations I was doing.
A friend who lived in Lexington MA referred an acquaintance from her town. She was a very nice softspoken young woman working as a freelance artist. She was eager to see if her birth chart showed potential for her career. When I'd looked at her chart I was alarmed to see that various things suggested an early and possibly violent death, possibly by murder. It was like a weird perfect storm of unfortunate aspects pointing to this outcome. I tried to stress the other things in her chart which really did support the idea that she was in a career well suited to her . But I was stuck on that strange dire information. I think I stressed using care about her well-being and safety but there was no way I'd tell her that dire prediction, which made no sense given her lifestyle, work, and residence in a very low crime area.
I was stunned to see the news report about her horrendous murder several years later. Further, her murderer was not identified and convicted until many years later.
I am not making any of this up - I really wish like hell I was. It still is very unsettling.
R72, I read the link and that is extremely sad. You didn't tell Ms. Dempsey what you saw to be her demise?
R73, I am curious why you felt the need to ask me that question. What was your need for doing so?
if you re-read my post you will see I shared what was constructive and fair-minded about using thoughtful self-care in her life. She was living and working in a VERY low crime area. The natal indicators are simply a suggestion of potential, according to the fundamentals of astrology - free choice impacts all aspects of our lives.
I was not God, imbued with specific knowledge of her demise; what good does it do to tell someone that, essentially, you're screwed because your astro chart says you'll die a horrible death? If that prediction was the case it might have happened 60 years later. Would her quality of life all the years of her life been improved with that very dire prediction hanging over her head?
Sadly, the young woman was the victim of a deranged man and had the screw up with her emergency call not happened, she might be alive today.
went to hs with one. wwe did not get along, looking back could've ended very bad....yikes.
Here's a story from a woman who was stalked by a man who turned out to be a serial killer:
R34 Debbie Harry often tells a similar story about Bundy. Before fame, she was offered a lift home very early one morning in NYC and after she got in the whole inside of the passenger door was stripped out - no handle, nothing to roll down the window etc. She managed to escape and later realised it was Bundy after he was caught.
Many years ago I was on a couple of the same course as Ian Huntley, who later killed two little girls. I was about 17 and I'd say he'd have been about 20. It was a course unemployed people were sent to by the Job Centre to get skills and was compulsory to receive benefits. He seemed quite a bit smarter than most there (not hard I suppose) and I thought he was quite attractive. If I thought he was gay I might have made some clumsy teenage pass at him as when course ended on the Friday quite a lot went to the pub and I got pretty drunk, but he was definitely straight. Then years later I saw him on the news. It was a very high profile case here in the UK.
R79. ....buddy did spend time in Philadelphia and loved to drive all over the place. Gas receipts helped put his travels together. NYC is less than 90 minutes from Philly.
Standing in the produce section of a grocery store in Gaithersburg, MD. Noticed a Frau glaring at me. I got this feeling that I was in the presence of evil, very creepy. She looked familiar. When I got home I googled RuthAnn Aron. Yes, that's who it was. She had been a politician in Maryland, could have potentially eventually been Governor or Senator, but she screwed up by trying to hire a contract killer to murder her husband and a business rival.
I went on a date with Captain Crunch. He grinned the whole time we were having sex.
Funny. I don't remember any of you.
Serial killer close calls? Well, someone called and hung up minutes before the invasion started. I was pretty sure it was Dick Cheney.
R82, she probably thinks it is true. She evidently had a close call with a creep who wasn't Ted Bundy.
David Berkowitz shot my neighbor's eye out and killed the girl who was in the car with him.
r74 - I think it's natural human curiosity combined with a complete lack of knowledge about how and why professional astrologers decide to share or not share information.
Most people don't have access to that kind of information and have never had to think through the consequences of sharing it.
That said, I think you did a good job explaining that very peculiar and particular situation.
I biked past Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka's house during the time period when bad stuff was going on in that house, though I was completely unaware, and saw nothing of interest.
Not a serial killer but...When I was in Jr. High I lived in a very rural area. I was walking home after hockey practice and it was late. I guy pulled over to offer me a ride. I refused. He got out of the car with a knife and came after me. I ran into the woods. He chased me for while. When I didn't hear him anymore I just hid out for about an hour until I was sure he was gone.
R92, That is really scary, were you affected by it after?
R90 Thank you for your very thoughtful, insightful comments. And thanks for your supportive feedback about my handling of the situation - it's much appreciated.
I always wondered if the guy I had sex with around 1990 was Andrew Crispo after he got out. There were a few things that made me think so even though the hookup was anonymous.
But if he was hugely hung as a matter of gayworld record, I guess I really have had my brush with a killer. I guess I am relieved.
Well the city I live in now was home to Randy Kraft The Freeway Killer. They believe he killed up to 51 boys. He even taught classes at the local university, Long Beach State.
He would pick guys up who needed a ride, get them drunk in his van then do all sorts of horrible things before he killed them like burning them with a cigarette lighter, shoving a coat hanger up their ass and cutting off their genitals. Then he would dump their bodies off the side of the freeway.
Everyone was afraid of breaking down on the freeway. In those days, there were no cell phones or emergency landlines.
Anyone interact with The Last Call Killer, or know someone who did?
I really never gave it much thought after that. I tell it as an anecdote type of story when people talk about weird things in their lives. But I would say no it didn't affect me. It did my mother though.
Don't believe Deborah Harry. She's a compulsive liar and a kleptomaniac. (Her friends always have to "steal back" the things she's lifted from their homes. She doesn't even seem to know that she does it.)
My cousin lived two blocks away from one of the Boston Strangler's victims. Many of the residents in her apartment building would congregate in one apartment and spend the night together because they were so frightened.
Several years ago I was walking my dog down Orlando in West Hollywood and I grungy, dirty guy crossed the street and approached me and asked for directions on how to get to Hollywood Blvd. I pointed out the way and also noticed that he was obviously on meth and his fingernails were dirty and caked with a deep red color. I did think it was blood at the time.
Hours later, watching the news, learned that two people were murdered in Hollywood the night before and that the murderer actually cut one victim's head off. It was an older male who was a screenwriter.
The next day they apprehended the killer at Paramount studios and I saw that the killer was the guy I ran into the day before.
R101, any back story? Screenwriter dead and killer found at a studio? Frustrated writer or actor?
There was this guy who used to cruise me at the laudromat near my house. New Orleans, early 1990s. He was kind of cute in a rough art trade sorta way and one day I did really want to go home and smoke a joint with him. So I did.
His front step was piled with old phone books. The back/only entrance to his house was a narrow path through a maze of hedges. Once inside it was comfortable, but disconnected, unidentifiable, a set from a Kubrick movie. Long couch, clean lines. 70s vibe but it was the 90s. He kept offering cocktails, I asked for a water, he lit the week's biggest joint. We smoked.
He asked me about being alone. I had recently moved to the city. How it felt. Did I miss anyone? Did they miss me? How often did we talk?
He set up his slideshow of his photos as we smoked the enormous joint he'd had at the ready. This was early 90s, slides were not on a computer. He pulled a screen down from the ceiling and rolled out a projector.
The photos went from parks and trees and plants and other outside images to increasingly claustrophobic and disturbing images. Narrow hallways, close-ups of handcuffs and drills. Finally a shot from behind of a man approaching a doorway in a long hallway. The man in the hall is holding a hammer, the man in the bed is lying asleep naked in the sheets. My host calls it "The Arrival of Holy Justice" and I bolt up, gotta go, sorry! Seeya at the laundromat!
He asked if I was sure I didn't want to sit and stay to wait out my dizziness. Thing was, I was only slightly dizzy. I'd inhaled moderately and declined the beverages he'd offered, except half a glass of water. But he kept asking: are you sure you aren't dizzy?
I gave him a peck on the lips and stumbled out. Tried to follow the maze but eventually I just burst through the hedge toward a streetlight, through another yard.
I'm certain if one variable was changed he would have murdered me. No doubt he wanted to, but I'm an impractical kill. Six and a half feet tall, over 200 pounds. If I'd passed out I'd be in his freezer or mulch, but he wasn't going to attack me outright. Without question, my size and my legendary tolerance of drugs is the only thing that allowed me to escape.
NOLA police wouldn't even enter that neighborhood at the time, so I never reported anything, not that there was anything concrete to report. I still expect to read a story about a bunch of dude bodies found in a courtyard just northeast of the Marigny someday.
A friend of mine (female) dated a guy who a year or two later was arrested for murdering a popular drag queen in Columbus, Ohio. We all thought he was a bit weird, he was in to collecting swords, acted odd. Apparently he later started shacking up with the said drag queen, and eventually murdered her with his sword collection.
aiight i have a good one that was sooo scary to think i came that close to being murdered. i was driving en route to cleveland ohio and pulled off the main road to run into a convenience mart to get a snack. as i walked in thru the auto doors someone was running out. and they bumped into me. and out dropped an apple and banana. they picked it up andsaid sorry and kept running. when i got inside the doors the storeclerkyelled they stole that. i was all like well since it was food maybe they were hungry. that id pay for it. i got my water and protein bar and paid for the apple and banana and my stuff. i never did find out who that thief was, but id bet he went onto a life of being a serial killer. when i think back. now how lose i was to death i shutter. true story.
It wasn't a murderer per say...but David Hampton, the guy who "The Six Degrees of Separation" was based on.
Friends and I were at The Townhouse and we were talking with him. I kept on calling him out on his outlandish lies. He wasn't happy with me.
We saw him again, and he didn't realize we had met before. He was looking to pick up, and have a place to stay.
Not to much later we saw an article in the newspaper about him.
A friend ad let him stay over, David had a suitcase with him, and left it with my friend. I'd like to see what he had in that suitcase...
Coming back home during the summer holidays when about 9 or 10
Walking back through countryside lived semi-rural location, near to a lot of
A friendly looking middle aged guy in a car driving past said he'd give me a lift
to the end of this long road. 5 minutes later and he turned down a road completely opposite
of where I said I was going.
I told him and he didnt say a word just looked ahead and carried on driving down this
track, I said something again and he was was just silent.
He suddenly pulled up, was deathly still for what seemed like ages then out of nowhere he yelled get out at me. I was stunned and just sat there, then must have opened the door and got out. I remember walking away slowly then running into the field
I kept zig-zagging in the fields in the areas with the longest grass, thinking he was going to come after me. I was too scared to walk along the normal roads and it took me about 2 hours to get back home when it should have taken 30 or 40. Some of that I thought I was going to pass out with fear
Never told parents about it. Only with recent years have I thought there might have been others that could have gone through the same experience with him and not been so lucky
My mom told me a story a long time ago about a couple she and her first husband knew in the early 1960s in St Louis. They came over for a party one night and wouldn't leave, to the point that her husband had to physically force them out of the home.
She said later the couple were arrested for having kidnapped a lady and held her hostage in their basement for a long time. I cannot for the life of me remember their names, but I wish I could.
I was molested.
Young 20 I was hitching with my dog in upstate NY. (I'm a GF) At the time I had long brownn hair. A VW beetle pulled up with a cute guy, lose curls brown hair.
I had a routine, I would always ask first "where are you going?" for some reason it seemed safer to be on the offensive. As I was sliding in one foot still on the ground outside, I noticed that the door handle was missing and window handle was sawed off as he was saying "I am going where you are going." I jumped out of that car so fast!
Honest to God he looked like Ted Bundy. I have tried forever to find some mention of him being in the area. The dates coincided with Bundy's cross country travels. I have ALWAYS felt certain that I saved my life at that moment.
Brrr shuddering at some of these stories.
I hooked up with a guy once who was very intense, came on strong in a club. He was tall, great body, good hair, and a friend of mine sort of knew him and said he was ok, just a little on the intense side.
So we went back to my apartment, we fucked, but he seemed more into talking than sex. Like, we would get getting hot and heavy and then he's slow it down and start asking me questions about my past, my relationships. It was very wierd.
Then when I wanted him to leave and needed to sleep, he starts telling me that he wants to confide something in me. I didn't want to know, frankly.
But he told me that a few years back, in his home town, he and his ''best friend'' had got into a argument in some rural place and he said that he threw his friend off a bridge and killed him. he said he told the police it was a terrible accident , that the friend had got up on the bridge as a dare. This guy's father was very well known in his home town, a politician, and the cops bought that it was an accident.
I don't know if he was lying or not, but who lies about something like that in the middle of a hook up?