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4 Fast-Food Scenes That Hid Real Danger · Paranormal Activity

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Speaker 1: My name is Keith. I'm nineteen years old and I've
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Speaker 1: lived my whole life in a quiet little town. We've
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Speaker 1: only got about eight hundred people here, and not much
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Speaker 1: ever really changes. Folks live slow here, real slow. You
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Speaker 1: get up early, go to work, maybe stop by the
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Speaker 1: diner for lunch, then sit on the porch in the
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Speaker 1: evening and talk about the weather. People say nothing ever
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Speaker 1: happens here, but that's not really true. Some things have happened,
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Speaker 1: strange things. There's one part of our town that everyone avoids,
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Speaker 1: a place that we all know about but don't talk
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Speaker 1: about much. We just call it the Hill. No one
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Speaker 1: gives it a fancy name. It's just the hill, simple, dangerous,
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Speaker 1: off limits. When we were kids, our parents always told
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Speaker 1: us to never go near it, stay away from the hill.
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Speaker 1: They'd say, don't play there, don't even look at it
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Speaker 1: too long. But no one ever told us why. They
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Speaker 1: just get quiet whenever we asked or changed the subject.
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Speaker 1: That made it worse. Honestly, it made us curious. There
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Speaker 1: were rumors, of course, you know how kids love to
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Speaker 1: tell stories. Some said a colt lived out there, others
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Speaker 1: people went missing near it, but they were just whispers.
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Speaker 1: Nothing We could prove. I always figured it was just
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Speaker 1: a scary story to keep us from wandering off. But
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Speaker 1: then one night, Joe dared me to go. Joe's two
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Speaker 1: years older than me. He's twenty one now. He's always
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Speaker 1: been like a big brother, brave, tough, maybe a little
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Speaker 1: stupid sometimes, but he's the kind of guy you want
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Speaker 1: on your side. We've been best friends since we were
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Speaker 1: in diapers, when I was ten and Joe was twelve.
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Speaker 1: We're sleeping over at his house one summer night. It
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Speaker 1: was hot and we couldn't sleep. We were talking about
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Speaker 1: ghosts and monsters, like kids do, and somehow we'd started
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Speaker 1: talking about the hill. You know, I bet that cold
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Speaker 1: stuff ain't even real, Joe said, staring up at the ceiling.
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Speaker 1: I shrugged. I don't know, maybe not. He then turned
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Speaker 1: to me and grinned want to go find out. I froze.
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Speaker 1: I wanted to say no, but I didn't. I couldn't.
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Speaker 1: I didn't want. I'm thinking I was scared, even if
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Speaker 1: I was. We grabbed a couple of flashlights and slipped
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Speaker 1: out the back door just after midnight. The streets were empty,
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Speaker 1: just the sound of bugs in our shoes crunching on
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Speaker 1: the gravel. The air fell thick, like a storm was coming.
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Speaker 1: We reached the hill after about ten minutes. It looked
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Speaker 1: bigger at night. The grass moved like waves in the dark,
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Speaker 1: and the moon made everything feel colder than it should
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Speaker 1: have been. We climbed slowly, keeping our lights low. At
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Speaker 1: the top, we had dunk down and peeked over the edge.
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Speaker 1: That's when we saw them. About twenty people were standing
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Speaker 1: in a circle near the base of the hill, under
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Speaker 1: the big oak tree that had been there forever. They
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Speaker 1: wore long black robes and white masks, plain blank masks
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Speaker 1: with no features. Each of them held a candle, and
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Speaker 1: they were chanting something we couldn't understand. The sound didn't
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Speaker 1: even feel like words. It felt like buzzing in your bones.
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Speaker 1: I wanted to run right then, but I couldn't move.
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Speaker 1: Then Joe slipped as foot caught a loose rock and
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Speaker 1: it tumbled down the hill with a loud crack. The
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Speaker 1: chanting stopped. Every head turned toward us. We didn't wait.
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Speaker 1: We took off running, tearing through the grass down the
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Speaker 1: far side of the hill and across the tracks. I
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Speaker 1: swear I heard someone chasing us, but I never looked back.
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Speaker 1: We didn't stop until we were behind Joe's house again,
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Speaker 1: hearts pounding, lungs burning. We collapsed in the backyard and
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Speaker 1: didn't say a word for a long time after that.
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Speaker 1: We never really talked about what we saw. We just
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Speaker 1: moved up on sort of. But every time I walked
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Speaker 1: past that hill, I felt eyes on me. Years past,
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Speaker 1: we finished school and started working. Our small little town
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Speaker 1: stayed the same, quiet on the outside, but that feeling,
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Speaker 1: the one that you get when something isn't right, had
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Speaker 1: never left us. Then a few months ago, Joe came
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Speaker 1: to me with a strange look on his face. Have
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Speaker 1: you ever thought about going back, he asked. I didn't
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Speaker 1: answer right away. Part of me had been thinking about
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Speaker 1: it too. The other part wanted to forget it forever.
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Speaker 1: We're older now, he said, we can handle it, might
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Speaker 1: even find out what's really going on. I should have
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Speaker 1: said no, but I didn't, So we went this time.
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Speaker 1: We brought better flashlights, pocket knives just in case, and
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Speaker 1: our phones. It was around one am when we reached
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Speaker 1: the hill again. The grass was still tall, the wind
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Speaker 1: was still quiet. Everything looked the same, but it felt
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Speaker 1: worse Somehow. We climbed to the top and looked over. Nothing.
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Speaker 1: No circle this time, no candles, no chanting. We started
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Speaker 1: to relax. Maybe it really hadn't just been a weird
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Speaker 1: memory from when we were kids. Then Joe taps my
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Speaker 1: shoulder and pointed there was something under the tree. We
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Speaker 1: crept down slowly, trying to not make a sound. When
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Speaker 1: we got close enough, I saw what it was. A
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Speaker 1: circle of rocks, fresh like someone had just made it,
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Speaker 1: and right in the middle was a small wooden box.
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Speaker 1: Joe bent down and opened it. Inside were five white masks,
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Speaker 1: old but clean, untouched by time or weather. Suddenly we
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Speaker 1: both felt it we weren't alone. The year shifted, cold
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Speaker 1: swept in. I looked around in saw shadows, figures just
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Speaker 1: beyond the trees watching. We dropped the box and ran.
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Speaker 1: That night, we didn't go back to our homes. We
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Speaker 1: drove two towns over and something Joe's truck at a
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Speaker 1: gas station. We never told anyone, not our parents, not
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Speaker 1: our friends, no one, but we both agreed on something.
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Speaker 1: We'd never go back to the hill again, and when
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Speaker 1: we have kids of our own, we'll tell them the
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Speaker 1: same things that our parents told us. Stay away from
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Speaker 1: the hill, don't go near it. Don't even think about it,
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Speaker 1: because now we know why, and some things are just
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Speaker 1: better left alone. My name is Inna and I'm twenty
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Speaker 1: one years old. I've lived in the same small town
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Speaker 1: my whole life. It's not a place you'll ever see
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Speaker 1: on the news or find on a map unless you're
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Speaker 1: really looking. But it's home. Everyone knows everyone, and you
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Speaker 1: can't walk down main Street without someone way or asking
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Speaker 1: how your family is doing. It's quiet here, nothing big
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Speaker 1: really happens. No one even lots their doors during the day.
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Speaker 1: People leave their keys in the ignition while they run
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Speaker 1: into the store. That's the kind of place where you
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Speaker 1: feel safe, at least most of it is. There is
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Speaker 1: one part of town, though, that we all avoid. It's
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Speaker 1: on the west side, past the old train yard and
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Speaker 1: behind the factories that shut down years ago. People don't
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Speaker 1: go there unless they have to. Most of the houses
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Speaker 1: are falling apart, some are abandoned, the rest are barely
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Speaker 1: holding on. It's where a lot of the homeless people
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Speaker 1: and attics end ub There's a gas station over there,
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Speaker 1: but no one from my side of town stops at it,
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Speaker 1: especially not after dark. My parents always warned me about
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Speaker 1: that area. Don't drive through there, don't stop, don't even
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Speaker 1: roll down your window, my dad would say. I always
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Speaker 1: listened and to one night when I didn't really have
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Speaker 1: a choice. It was laid around ten thirty pm and
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Speaker 1: I had just finished a long shift at the diner.
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Speaker 1: I was more tired than usual. My feet hurt, my
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Speaker 1: back was sore, and I was counting down the minutes
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Speaker 1: until I could get home and collapse into the bed.
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Speaker 1: I walked out to my car and locked the door
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Speaker 1: and noticed something that made my stomach drop. The gas
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Speaker 1: light was on. I hadn't even realized how low it was.
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Speaker 1: I'd been meaning to fill up for days, but just
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Speaker 1: kept putting it off. I figured I could make it
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Speaker 1: to the station near my apartment, but halfway across town,
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Speaker 1: my car gave a little jerk. The needle dropped all
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Speaker 1: the way to the e. I knew I wouldn't make it.
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Speaker 1: The only gas station close enough was the one on
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Speaker 1: the west side, the one that I'd always avoided. I
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Speaker 1: tried to think of another way, maybe someone I could call,
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Speaker 1: but my phone battery was dead. Of course it was
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Speaker 1: I was alone, out of gas and out of options.
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Speaker 1: I sighed, turned down the old industrial road headed towards
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Speaker 1: the one place that I never wanted to go. The
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Speaker 1: gas station was mostly empty. A few of the overhead
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Speaker 1: lights flickered, casting weird shadows across the line. The building
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Speaker 1: looked like it had him been cleaned in years. The
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Speaker 1: windows were stained and one of the pumps had a
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Speaker 1: trash bag taped over it. There was only one other
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Speaker 1: car there, I rusted on sedan with one headlight missing
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Speaker 1: and a busted from bumper. I pulled up to the
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Speaker 1: farthest pump, trying to stay close to the light. I
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Speaker 1: told myself that it would only take a minute, just
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Speaker 1: enough gas to get home. I got out and swiped
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Speaker 1: my card. The screen was cracked, but it worked. As
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Speaker 1: I started pumping, I kept glancing around. The silence felt heavy.
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Speaker 1: I tried to keep calm and told myself I'd be
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Speaker 1: out of there in no time at all. That's when
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Speaker 1: I saw him. It came from around the corner of
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Speaker 1: the building, tall, thin, with messy hair and clothes that
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Speaker 1: looked like they had him been washed in wigs. His
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Speaker 1: eyes were wide, darting around when he was looking for
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Speaker 1: something or someone. It walked straight toward me. Hey there,
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Speaker 1: he said, smiling in a way that didn't really feel friendly.
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Speaker 1: Got a few bucks. I gave a quick shake of
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Speaker 1: my head. Sorry, I don't have anything, I said. He
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Speaker 1: didn't stop. He kept coming closer. You sure, he asked again.
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Speaker 1: I just need a couple of dollars, that's all. I'm
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Speaker 1: having a rough night. I could feel my heart start
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Speaker 1: to raise. I tried to stay calm. I didn't want
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Speaker 1: to make a scene. I forced a small smile. I
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Speaker 1: don't really have any cash, I said, I'm just getting
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Speaker 1: gas and heading home. By then, he stepped closer again.
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Speaker 1: Too close. You live around here, he asked, tilting his head.
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Speaker 1: You look familiar. My hands started to shake. At this point,
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Speaker 1: I could fill the gas pump still running, but I
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Speaker 1: didn't care anymore. In the middle of pumping gas, I
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Speaker 1: stopped and pump the pump back in the holder. I
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Speaker 1: need to go, I said quickly, Before he could say
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Speaker 1: anything else, I turned and got into my car and
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Speaker 1: slammed the door shut. I hit the lock button just
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Speaker 1: as he reached it and knocked on the window. Hey,
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Speaker 1: he said, louder this time. Don't be rude. I just
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Speaker 1: wanted to talk. I didn't look at him. I started
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Speaker 1: the engine, backed up fast and drove out of the
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Speaker 1: line like something was chasing me. My heart didn't slow
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Speaker 1: it down until I pulled into my apartment complex on
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Speaker 1: the other side of town. I didn't sleep much that night.
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Speaker 1: I kept hearing that same knock on my window in
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Speaker 1: my head. I kept seeing his eyes, the way he
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Speaker 1: smiled at me, like he already knew me somehow, and
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Speaker 1: made my skin crawl. For weeks after that, I didn't
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Speaker 1: go anywhere at night without feeling nervous. Every time I
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Speaker 1: saw someone walking down the street, I tense up. I
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Speaker 1: started double checking my doors night. I even bob pepper
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Speaker 1: spray to keep in my bag. I didn't tell my parents.
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Speaker 1: I didn't want them to worry, but I think they
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Speaker 1: noticed the change. I wasn't as relaxed as I used
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Speaker 1: to be. That one night really stuck with me. Eventually,
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Speaker 1: the fear faded a little at a time. Life went on,
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Speaker 1: but I never forgot how it felt. I've always loved
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Speaker 1: my town. It's a good place, Budden, I've learned that
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Speaker 1: even good places have dark corners, places people don't talk about,
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Speaker 1: places that feel like something right out of a bad dream.
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Speaker 1: And sometimes all the tanks is one bad night to
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Speaker 1: remind you that safety can be a fragile thing. I'll
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Speaker 1: never go back to that gas station again, no matter
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Speaker 1: how low my tank gets. Hi, everyone, my name is Richard.
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Speaker 1: I'm sixty years old now living in a Manhattan apartment
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Speaker 1: that overlooks the Park. It's not the biggest place in
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Speaker 1: the city, but it's mine and it's comfortable. I've made
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Speaker 1: a good life for myself here, a career in finance,
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Speaker 1: some wise investments, and enough luck to retire early. I
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Speaker 1: keep busy with charity boards, museum visits, and way too
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Speaker 1: many cups of coffee from the shop down the street.
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Speaker 1: People here know me by name. They see me in
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Speaker 1: my tailored coats and polish shoes and assume that I've
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Speaker 1: always been this version of myself, collected successful into deeds.
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Speaker 1: But sometimes, especially on quiet nights, I think about who
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Speaker 1: I used to be, a boy named Richie from a
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Speaker 1: town in Georgia. You've never even heard of a town
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Speaker 1: where the crickets scrimmed louder than the passing trains, and
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Speaker 1: everybody knew the make and model of your family's car.
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Speaker 1: I really loved that town once, but I also feared it.
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Speaker 1: There's one memory that's never really left me, no matter
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Speaker 1: how many years and city lights I've put between myself
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Speaker 1: and that backwoods road. It happened in the summer of
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Speaker 1: nineteen seventy five. I was ten years old bagging then.
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Speaker 1: We lived on the edge of our little town, a
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Speaker 1: population of maybe two thousand if you counted the cows.
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Speaker 1: My father worked at the lumber mill, and my mother
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Speaker 1: stayed home. I spent most of my time riding my bike,
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Speaker 1: exploring dirt roads and pretending I was a stumpman, or
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Speaker 1: a cowboy, or something much bigger than what I was.
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Speaker 1: That particular day had been ordinary. I rode over to
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Speaker 1: my friend Tommy's house after breakfast. We played in his backyard,
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Speaker 1: traded baseball cards, and argued over whether Superman could beat
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Speaker 1: Spider Man in a fight. It was still light out
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Speaker 1: when I started to ride back home late afternoon, maybe
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Speaker 1: a little past five. The air was hot and sticky.
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Speaker 1: The sun was beginning to dip, throwing long shadows across
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Speaker 1: the fields. The ride home was about two miles. Most
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Speaker 1: of it was a quiet road, trees on one side,
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Speaker 1: barbed wired fences on the other. I didn't mind the quiet,
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Speaker 1: I liked it, but that day something was different, just
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Speaker 1: noticed the trunk about halfway home. It was an old model,
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Speaker 1: maybe a four to or a Dodge mag Ray with
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Speaker 1: Russ patches. I heard it behind me before I saw it,
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Speaker 1: a low growl of an engine that wasn't in any hurry.
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Speaker 1: I glanced back and I saw it crusting a hill
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Speaker 1: behind me, just far enough away to not think much
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Speaker 1: of it. But it didn't pass me. Instead, it stayed behind,
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Speaker 1: not close, but steady, always just a little too far
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Speaker 1: back to see who was driving. I slowed down a bit,
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Speaker 1: thinking maybe they wanted to pass. The truck slowed down too.
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Speaker 1: That's when I knew something was wrong. I sped up,
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Speaker 1: pushing my little legs harder on the pedals. The tires
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Speaker 1: rattled on the gravel, and my backpack bounced against my spine.
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Speaker 1: The truck picked up speed too, matching me again, not fast,
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Speaker 1: not aggressive, just following. There was a spot up ahead
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Speaker 1: where the trees got thicker, a patch of woods I
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Speaker 1: sometimes cut through when I wanted to take the long
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Speaker 1: way home. That day, I didn't plan to, but when
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Speaker 1: I saw those trees, I didn't think. I just turned
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Speaker 1: My tires slid on the loose gravel, but I calmed
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Speaker 1: myself and darted off the road. The path into the
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Speaker 1: woods was narro, barely wide enough for a bike full
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Speaker 1: of roots and fallen branches. Behind me, the trug came
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Speaker 1: to a slow stop. It didn't turn off the road.
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Speaker 1: I just sat there. I didn't look back again. I
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Speaker 1: dropped the bike as soon as I was far enough
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Speaker 1: in the brush was too thick to rain through, and
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Speaker 1: I didn't want the sound of the tires giving me away.
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Speaker 1: I ran deeper into the woods, my breath burning in
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Speaker 1: my chest, my legs getting scratched by twigs and thorns.
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Speaker 1: I didn't stop until I found a fallen tree and
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Speaker 1: slid underneath it, pressing myself into the cool dirt. Then
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Speaker 1: I just waited minutes past, then an hour. It got darker,
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Speaker 1: the trees casting shadows that seemed to move even when
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Speaker 1: the wind didn't. Listening for the truck, for footsteps, anything.
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Speaker 1: At one point I had heard the leaves crunching nearby.
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Speaker 1: I held my breath for so long that it actually hurt,
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Speaker 1: but nothing came. Eventually the forest went quiet again. The
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Speaker 1: cicadas hummed like always. The fear stayed with me, but
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Speaker 1: I knew that I couldn't hide there forever. It was
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Speaker 1: nearly nightfall when I finally crept back out, still crouched low,
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Speaker 1: scanning the road through the trees. The truck was gone.
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Speaker 1: My bike was where I left it at first, but
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Speaker 1: when I stepped closer, I realized it wasn't. The spot
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Speaker 1: was empty, just flattened grass where it had fallen. No
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Speaker 1: sign of the tires, no broken pieces, just gone. I
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Speaker 1: just stood there for a while, frozen. Part of me
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Speaker 1: wanted to call out, but I didn't really know who
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Speaker 1: would answer. I started walking home. The road home fell
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Speaker 1: longer than it ever had before. Every rustle in the
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Speaker 1: woods made my horn jump. Every shadow looked like something watching.
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Speaker 1: I didn't run, though, I just kept walking. When I
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Speaker 1: finally made it to our porch, my mother was outside,
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Speaker 1: calling my name. She ran to me, eyes wide, hugged
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Speaker 1: me like I'd been missing for days. I didn't tell
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Speaker 1: her what happened, not all of it. I just said
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Speaker 1: I got lost and walked home. That night, I didn't sleep.
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Speaker 1: I stared out the window, waiting to see that truck again,
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Speaker 1: but I never did. The Next day, I went back.
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Speaker 1: I told my parents that I was going to Tommy's again,
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Speaker 1: but I didn't. I walked the same road, harm pounding
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Speaker 1: the whole way. I searched the woods, thinking maybe I'd
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Speaker 1: missed the bike, maybe I'd panicked and just forgot where
18:44
Speaker 1: I dropped it. But it was gone completely. I never
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Speaker 1: saw that bike again. My parents ended up buying me
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Speaker 1: another one later that year, but I never rode that
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Speaker 1: route again. I never even wanted to, and I never
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Speaker 1: even told it anyone the full story, not even my
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Speaker 1: best friend Tommy. Life went on after that. I grew
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Speaker 1: up and left that town after high school, and I
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Speaker 1: never looked back. I moved north, went to college, got
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Speaker 1: a job, and built a career. Now I live in
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Speaker 1: New York City, where the streets never sleep and there
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Speaker 1: are way too many people to notice you're afraid of
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Speaker 1: the dark. But I never forgot that night, that truck,
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Speaker 1: that silence. Sometimes I wonder who was driving it, why
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Speaker 1: they didn't try harder to catch me, what they wanted,
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Speaker 1: what they were thinking when they took my bike. Maybe
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Speaker 1: it was just a bored local trying to scare a kid.
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Speaker 1: Maybe it was something worse. I'll never know. I was
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Speaker 1: twenty three years old when this happened. I once met
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Speaker 1: up with an old friend of mine male twenty two
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Speaker 1: years old, a friend that I had known for a
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Speaker 1: few years. Prior to the meetup in November twenty seventeen,
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Speaker 1: I had actually met this person on a dating site. However,
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Speaker 1: as time went on the relationship between us became strictly platonic.
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Speaker 1: There were no red flags. My gut did not warn me,
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Speaker 1: so I completely trusted this person. We met up in
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Speaker 1: town behind a bus station on a grassy hill, surrounded
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Speaker 1: by trees and a tall wall. Our meeting was to
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Speaker 1: just have a smoke, get a little high, and to
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Speaker 1: have a small ketch up. The meat was fine. I
20:23
Speaker 1: actually started smoking weed a few months before, so I
20:26
Speaker 1: was still relatively new to it. He had brought something
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Speaker 1: new for me to try, purple haze. I wasn't at
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Speaker 1: all anxious about trying it. As I completely trusted this person.
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Speaker 1: It would never believe that he would lie to me.
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Speaker 1: He had packed a full blunt for me, but I
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Speaker 1: only managed to smoke a quarter of the blunt. We
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Speaker 1: spoke during this time about work, our previous relationships, and
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Speaker 1: random stuff. About half an hour later, I had started
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Speaker 1: to feel extremely lightheaded and anxious. I suddenly had this
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Speaker 1: strange feeling where I did not feel comfortable at all,
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Speaker 1: and I really wanted to go home. When I asked
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Speaker 1: him if I could go home, he had offered to
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Speaker 1: take me home, but I just said no, it's okay.
21:09
Speaker 1: He offered again, please let me take you home. You'll
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Speaker 1: be safe with me. I won't hurt you. I shook
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Speaker 1: my head and said no, thank you. I can take
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Speaker 1: myself home. When I started to walk away, I felt
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Speaker 1: like I was walking on a cloud. My head became
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Speaker 1: dizzy and my eyesight was a little blurry. I had
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Speaker 1: never felt like this before, and in time I started
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Speaker 1: to panic. When we made our way down the hill
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Speaker 1: toward the bus station, I was relieved as there were
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Speaker 1: a lot of people around, so if anything happens, someone
21:41
Speaker 1: would step in. I became extremely terrified of him. I
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Speaker 1: had this horrible feeling in my gut that told me
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Speaker 1: to stay away from him, and when I got to
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Speaker 1: the bus station, I told him I would call my
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Speaker 1: taxi here and go home. His tone was no longer nice,
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Speaker 1: but very stern. I'm gonna take you home now, and
21:58
Speaker 1: he began to pull with my jacket. I told him no,
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Speaker 1: and I was going home on my own. He pulled
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Speaker 1: my jacket harder and I fell against him. He pulled
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Speaker 1: me into him and told me that I didn't need
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Speaker 1: to be scared of him, but I was so, so terrified.
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Speaker 1: At this point, I had started to feel very bare, annoyed,
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Speaker 1: and I couldn't see properly. I pushed him away from
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Speaker 1: me and rubbed my eyes and called for a taxi.
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Speaker 1: He tried to pull my phone from me and yelled
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Speaker 1: in my face, do you ever listen? I'm taking you home.
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Speaker 1: I noticed a few people had stopped and asked if
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Speaker 1: I was okay. All I remember was that I wanted
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Speaker 1: to go home. So a lady kindly called a taxi
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Speaker 1: for me and waited with me, made sure I was okay,
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Speaker 1: and helped me into the taxi. During the time when
22:43
Speaker 1: I waited for the taxi, he kept trying to get
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Speaker 1: me to come to his corn with him, but the
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Speaker 1: lady then looked after me told him to go home
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Speaker 1: and that she was going to take me home instead,
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Speaker 1: so he left. When I got home, I gave the
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Speaker 1: taxi driver some money and told him to keep the change.
22:59
Speaker 1: I didn't want to wait. I just wanted to get
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Speaker 1: to my bed, because at that time it was the
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Speaker 1: only place I would feel safe from harm. That evening,
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Speaker 1: I laid in my bed for five hour straight, staring
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Speaker 1: at the ceiling. I don't remember if I thought about
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Speaker 1: anything or if my mom came in at any time.
23:15
Speaker 1: I just remember lying in bed doing nothing until the
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Speaker 1: paranoia and sickly feeling began to wear off. I remember
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Speaker 1: looking at my phone and seeing that I had thirty
23:23
Speaker 1: two miscalls from him, ten voicemails left, and fifty plus messages.
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Speaker 1: The messages were weird. He had sent about twenty messages
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Speaker 1: just asking where I was and when I got home,
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Speaker 1: and in one of the voicemails, he had told me
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Speaker 1: that he had this fantasy of taking me home while
23:39
Speaker 1: strugged up and tying me up. He wanted to blindfold me,
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Speaker 1: and he wanted me to submit myself to him. I
23:46
Speaker 1: freaked out and blocked him on all social media Instagram, Snapchat, Discord,
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Speaker 1: and I blocked his number two Before the blocking, I
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Speaker 1: told him if he ever contacted me again, then I
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Speaker 1: would call the police. I heard nothing from him for
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Speaker 1: about a month until I received a text from an
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Speaker 1: unknown number asking me how I was. I hadn't given
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Speaker 1: my number to anyone, so I ignored it. I then
24:10
Speaker 1: received another message a few minutes later saying they missed
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Speaker 1: me and they would see me soon. I asked who
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Speaker 1: they were, no reply, nothing. I've spoken to some friends
24:20
Speaker 1: with regards to my story, and all of them explained
24:23
Speaker 1: that weed would never make anyone feel this way, and
24:26
Speaker 1: a lot of them think I was given spice, not weed.
24:29
Speaker 1: Spice looks a lot like weed, but the effects are
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Speaker 1: a lot stronger and more dangerous.