15. Followed In Texas
So I was driving through Killeen, TX at about 2am after a coming home thing and was heading back to my hotel with my wife. I take the exit and after a quick look back I see no vehicles so I start to merge over because the hotel entrance is almost right after the off ramp and theres not much wiggle room. As I start to come over I get suddenly flashed by headlights and hear this dickwad’s horn about 50 ft behind me (so its not like I was actually going to hit em). So I stop merging and keep going straight, accelerating a bit to get ahead of this car more and take a more roundabout way to get to the hotel. I notice that this car is now tailing me very closely, I can only make out two figures and one is reaching into the back seat. Pulls something long and thing out of the back and now I decide to make sure this dude is actually following me.
Blinker shows left, turn right. He copied. (You ever seen Burn Notice…yeah some of those little “tips” actually work) Then I did some other borderline stupid (but legal) things like signaling a good half-mile ahead of my next turn (which wasn’t actually planned) then turning it off and going the other way.
Eventually I say fuck it and gun it back on to the highway and he follows so I get right back off and cut my lights going into a crowded parking lot, and just like you see in the movies (and say “How the fuck didn’t they see them?”) they roll past us looking everywhere. After about 2 minutes I start the car and leave, never saw a trace of the car again. It was a bit scary but I had to stay calm so my wife didn’t know what was really going on, I told her I was just trying to stay out of the way of a drunk driver and let her know what was up when I cut out the lights. She was none too pleased but sure that I had lost them. I wasn’t and was paranoid for the next week.
16. A Man Standing In The Bushes
Worked nights at a warehouse. Often drove my motorcycle because its fun and saves money on gas. Was coming home one night. There was a heavily wooded/bushed area right on the side of the road. I pull up to a stop sign and there is just some dude standing in the bushes. I come to a stop. Look at him. We make eye contact. He starts walking towards me. I nearly killed the engine as I floored it the fuck out of there. I got a mile or so down the road. Pulled over. Pulled out my handgun and called the police. Didn’t see him again. The police went and checked it out but there was no one there by the time they arrived.
Dude was freaky looking.
17. A Flat Tire In The Middle Of Nowhere
I was driving alone from eastern Colorado to Wyoming in the middle of the night on a dirt road. It was the type of darkness that most people never get to experience. Like being in the middle of the ocean. No cities or even small towns for hundreds of miles in every direction. Once i hit the border of Wyoming the road became pavement. After about half an hour i hear this loud bang and my car pulls hard to the middle of the road. I got a flat tire. I pull over and get out and its just quite as can be. So dark, not a single light of any kind for hundreds of miles except my dome and head lights.
I start changing the tire by myself feeling really uneasy about being alone in the middle of no where. So I get the tools and the spare out of the trunk and start changing the flat as fast as i can. For some reason I’m trying to be quite because it feels like every little sound i make is incredibly loud. I even turned my music off. I’m crouched down finishing up, tightening the lug nuts on the spare, when I hear from right behind me “need any help with that?” in a man’s voice. I spin around and stand up fast as fuck and no one is there. I look across the street in the other lane and no one is there. I grab the tire iron and start yelling “who’s there?!” Who’s out there!?!”
Dead silence. I mean, I could hear my heart beating. I could barely see the other side of the road because of the darkness but i knew that there was nothing anywhere around me but dirt and sagebrush. I spin those lung nuts on, crank um tight, spin the jack down, the whole time I have that feeling someone is right behind me. I throw all the tools in the trunk with the flat and could not jump back in my car fast enough. I felt like someone was going to stop me from closing the door when I slammed it shut. I sped home to Wyoming freaked the fuck out the whole time. Checking my back seat over and over again.