In restrospect, I'm not sure that's true. I think I had that idea because I couldn't breathe when he grabbed me, so I assumed he meant to choke me. I was running through my head scenarios in which it would be totally okay to be raped, as long as I didn't die. I have two kids." For some reason, I was certain he was going to kill me. We struggled for a moment, and he stood up while I was on the ground. He dragged/carried me into some bushes, where we fell together. I was jogging on the greenway, and a stranger ran up and grabbed me from behind in a chokehold. To this day, there isn't a doubt in her mind that the man following her home that evening was Richard Ramirez. She'd stared this person in the face for a good long time (and for whatever it's worth, I can attest that she's very good with faces). But days later, police identified Richard Ramirez as responsible for the Night Stalker murders and splashed his picture all over the news to aid in the manhunt. She and my dad figured it was just some random crazy person to look out for in the neighborhood. My mom didn't stick around she hopped a neighbor's fence to get home and went in through the back door, just in case he was still trying to follow her. He crossed the street maybe a block or two away and got into a car. They just stared at each other for several seconds, then he turned around and started walking the other direction. He didn't say anything, didn't even flinch. She stopped in her tracks, turned around, looked the guy straight in the eye, and yelled, " What?" When she looked back, she saw a guy in a hoodie walking down the sidewalk behind her. Partway there, she heard footsteps behind her. She'd caught a ride home with a coworker who lived nearby, and was walking the 5-6 blocks home. It was 1985, she and my dad had just been married and were living in their first house together near San Francisco. My mom is absolutely certain that she came face-to-face with Richard Ramirez. I found that experience to be beyond sketchy. I have no idea why he would lie about my car leaking water. I watched him in the rearview as I exited the rest stop, and he just stood where he was in the middle of the lot, watching me leave. I was immediately creeped out to the max. noticing that there wasn't a single drop of water on the ground under my car. I pretty much just said fuck it and turned on the car and started to back out. I look in my rear view and the guy is starting to approach my car again. I didn't really care since I had the AC running not too long before it got dark.Īnyway I resume texting, and about 5 minutes later, I hear a car door slam. I cracked my door open a bit and he said "your car is leaking water" and I was so irritated I just said "I KNOW" and slammed the door. After I had done my business and returned to my car, I was trying to send a text message and suddenly a guy appeared outside my window. I wasn't yet aware that rest stops were sketchy places (hadn't started reading this sub yet) and had no qualms about getting out to go to the bathroom. Could be yours, a close friend's, a family member's.įor me, it was the time I stopped at a rest stop on 280 toward San Francisco at night.
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