My wife and I were returning from a party at 2 AM when our car died in a remote area.
There were no mobile phones back then, so we waited. An hour later, a college student passed by and drove us to town.
We offered him money, but he said, “Happy to help.”
Years later, my wife called me in tears.
With a shaky voice, she told me to open the news.
It turned out that the “student” was actually a 35-year-old man who had robbed over 30 people in forests and abandoned areas, targeting drivers late at night.
I had chills when I saw that he had been wanted by the police in several states.
His methods were chillingly clever—he would either pretend to be a lost hiker to hitch a ride or pick people up in his own car.
After gaining their trust, he’d rob them of everything and leave them stranded in the middle of nowhere.
To this day, we don’t know why he didn’t rob us.
Maybe it was because there were two of us, or perhaps because I was tall and muscular—
which might have intimidated him.
Whatever the reason, we were incredibly lucky to walk away unharmed.
