Nightmare Files

25/07/2023

24/07/2023

1991: a man vanishes after telling his family he's going on a business trip. 2021: a car stops in front of this man's home and drops him off. He is wearing the same clothes, can't remember where he's been all these years & is looking like he was very well taken care of. The curious case of Mr Gorgos
Disappearance
Vasile Gorgos, a 63 years old cattle seller from rural Romania, vanished in thin year 30 years ago.

Due to the nature of his profession, the man - who lived in the countryside - often went on business trips to various cities in Romania to sell his cattle, but every time he would get back home in a matter of days.

In 1991 Mr. Gorgos decided it's time for another business trip. He bought himself a train ticket, as usual, and told his wife and kids he'll be back in a few days.

That was the last time his family saw him.

The family reported his dissapearance to Police, but nothing ever came out of it, so they eventually assumed the man had met foul play and held a memorial service in his honor.

Fast forward to August 2021: on a Sunday evening, a car stops in front of the Gorgos' family house and drops off Vasile, who is now aged 93.

Unfortunately, the few neighbours who witnessed the scene were too shocked and they can't remember the car's plate number or how the driver looked. Anyway, it needs to be pointed out that Mr. Gorgos was the only person who got out of the car, the driver never set a foot out of the vehicle.

Strangely enough, the man had on him the same pants he was wearing the day he vanished and in his pockets the family found not only his ID card, but also the train ticket he had bought 30 years ago...

Everybody who knew him had noticed that Mr. Gorgos was looking pretty great: he was clean, well kempt and in good health, which means that in all these years he was very well taken care of.

The only issues he's having seem to be neurological in nature. More precisely, Mr. Gorgos remembers his family (edit: some articles claim that he doesn't remember his family either), but is clueless about his whereabouts in the past 30 years.

When asked by reporters and family where he was all these years, he replied candidly: "I was home".

24/07/2023

22/07/2023

"A skinwalker?"

So one fine day i got a text from my friends " its a good rainy day lets go to a waterfall nearby " where do they get this energy to climb a hill when its raining this heavy ! , why can't they enjoy a nice cup of tea or coffee and a playlist . ah well either way there was no point in denying cause they would drag me out my house anyway . So we decided to set out in evening i had a great place in my mind , We reached there around 5.30 pm , Even though i had planned to laze around in my room, witnessing such scene of mountain covered with the blanket of fog and distance view of waterfall was worth the trip .it was less to no crowd as it was a weekday, when we started climbing it took 4 of us around 15-20 mins to reach the waterfall, the view from up there of the city was mesmerizing , there was a very small area surrounded by big rocks at summit of waterfall , flow had created hot-spring style potholes one below another . There were few people up there around 4-5 except us , as the waterfall was loud it was hard to communicate without yelling , we are kind of group who just enjoy the company of each other even tho there is no conversation going on. we all sat in one of those potholes in silence vibing with the feeling of flowing water , enchanting view and sound of fall it was a bliss , we all drifted off. after some time passed by as i was lost in thoughts , admiring the view i noticed a small broken branch of white flower flowing besides me , i watched it flow down one pothole to another it was peaceful watching it flow off until it went out of view in thick forest thats when i jolted out of my daydream, i looked back wondering what my friends where upto and they were all still drifting off on their own one's laying down enjoying the flow and other is sky gacing. I started noticing something strange, it was quite too quite i couldn't hear people talking , laughing as before i looked back and i realised the place was deserted , we were the only ones left behind. when checked my watch it made me feel uneasy.. cause when we came here and sat down it was around 6 - 6:15 pm , for what i and everyone with me had thought had spent 15 minutes idling there was a 45 mins timegap we could not explain , when i told them its allmost 7:00 pm they all thought i was joking but after confirming they had confused yet blank look on their face and didn't knew what to make out of this situation. At moment we decided not to overthink about it and decided to descend as it was getting dark but cause whatever luck we had, the sunset was late that day . As we started our way down with the chit-chat, i was still bugged about the fact that all four of us were sitting there ideally for almost an hour and none of us noticed and how i didn't noticed people leaving , as i was overflowing in this thoughts i heard a whistling sound come from the forest edge of the trail we were walking , (just to give you readers a clear idea of the trail it was a narrow path on the edge of the hill, and down below was slide of deep forestation) , i looked at my friends to see if anyone heard it too but they all seem to be busy with their conversation, i shrugged it off as it maybe a bird , as i countinued few steps down i heard it again a "whistle" kind of which sounded very human , i watched my friends walking in front of me as they all looked in same direction as the sound came from down the edge , first when we heard the whistle it sounded casual but as we paced further the tone changed and sounded way more like it wanted our attention . the conversation between them was slowly dying down as they were starting to realise what the situation was . I also noticed the whistling was coming from the same distance even though we were moving as if whatever was making that sound was maintaining the same 5 to 10 meters distance between us . Well To say it clearly FOLLOWING US . And i guess everyone with me had started to realise this without me saying. Now the thing about late timed sunset is , it lits the sky as long as it does and in a matter of mins it is dark as middle of a night . It seemed like our luck ran out on us . we where all most out of the forest area but it was pitch dark and we were at the mercy of our phones flash light and slippery muddy trails were not any help for our pace . I was walking upfront cause some turns needed a support hand to pass by, as we were almost out of this forest i was starting to feel a little hopeful , only if i had knew it was a false feeling , something happened which none of us had expected. a sound of a branch breaking following with a whistle it send a chill down everyones spine . my heart was racing faster then ever , i looked back and everyone was frozed on their tracks like a deer in headlights , i wanted to flash the light towards the direction of the sound but something screamed inside of me to leave it alone , somehow calming myself i instead decided checked on my friends, 2 of them were holding on somehow but the one who was walking in last. she had tears up her eyes almost ready to give up and scream her lungs out for help honestly she would have done that if she wasn't paralyzed by fear, i could sense she or none of them wanted to be last person standing , i knew everyone including me just wanted to run like the hell broke loose but that would have only led to some serious casualty as the path was filled with sharp stones , i muster up of whatever hope i had left for not to panic walked all the way back tapped on her shoulders signalling her to moving forward while joking on how she is slowing us down , in my mind i begged that they would go along and not cause the scene and for the sake of it they did , laughing awkwardly on the joke , and pacing forward . All life on earth including humans, animal, birds and even insects share one thing among their DNA that is "INSTINCT" . a necessity for survival , at that moment not out of fear but something inside us was telling us that something was lurking in that slope of thick forest , the slope which was nearly impossible to stand or walk thru it for any normal human . Somehow we all knew , we absolutely cannot acknowledge the whistle or that there is something in those bushes. After what it felt like forever we managed to get out of the forest we rushed towards our bikes and took off as fast as we could. coming into the city , the sound of traffic and lights calmed us down i noticed we were all shivering of cold and and maybe fear , i made a stop at a tea stall , the warmth of tea was soothing as time pass by the fear was starting to fade away and curiosity took its place we started brainstorming on what did actually happened to us ? were we scared of random noises? Was our brain messing with us out of fear? Many theories and logical reasoning can be created out of it , and we came up with best theory. that it could have been a bird that mimicks humans. sound reasonable right? after all some crows and parrot can basically have conversations! How hard can it be for it to whistle. And we all shrugged it off . As days passed by , it still didn't fit right with me so i decide to do some search about this place, usual like what kind of birds and animals are found in the area ? Well To my suprise there were none of the birds native that could mimick sounds also it is suppose to be the hunting ground for kites . so birds smaller in size tend to avoid the area which threw out Parrot theory out of the equation. As i went down the rabbit hole i found something that made my blood cold and made matter much worst. Apparently there were several cases of sucides and accidental deaths of many men, women and children's , some of which the bodies were never found . Police officers always seal the entrance with barricades during heavy rainy days but some local always manage to slipped pass by and had met with such unfortunate accidents i could not find any stories similar to ours but then again this spot was not know to many and was only known to locals. As am documenting this down . i to this days have no explanation to what could have happened to us that day . ghost ? Or something out of a folklore like skinwalkers? Or a mindgame of fear . I would leave this to your imagination.

22/07/2023

21/07/2023

"Keeping a friend company in the country..."\

I'm a girl and this happened when I was 20 in the early 2000s. People used landlines and cell phones were not unlimited

This happened in a town about an hour away from Sacramento. My friend was house sitting for a family that her family was friends with from church. She was to house sit in the country just outside of town for a week. They had animals like cats, rabbits, a donkey and horse. The family also had dogs too, but the family took the dogs with them. My friend was in charge of feeding the animals and watching the place. She didn't have to get the mail daily, because they had this metal lock box style mailbox down their long drive way. They didn't have any neighbors for miles...just fields of alfalfa, cattle and corn, so i guess the lockbox was for safety?

Towards the end of the week she asked if I wanted to spend the night and keep her company and I thought it sounded fun. I had moved out of my aunt's and uncles and gotten my own apartment, so I told her I'd pick her up on the way there after I got out of work. We got there around 9:30pm, grabbing dinner on the way. We went into the barn first thing and fed the animals It was late for their dinner and they made their hunger known with their animal noises. We made sure they had water then went inside.

The house was this big ranch style house. Single story, the living room was to the left as you walked into the home. There was a long hallway directly to the right of the entrance that lead to where the bathroom and bedrooms were. straight ahead was a dining area and to the left of that was the kitchen entrance and a patio door. They did not have an open floor plan. In the kitchen, on the opposite side was also a long hall that had several doors. My friend explained that the wife ran a daycare center out of the house. These rooms were play areas for the kids she took care of. We didn't bother going over there because we had no interest. We watched some tv, ate our leftovers and talked about people we knew.

As it got later she turned on the house alarm and said she didnt like sleeping in other people's beds, so she had been sleeping on the couch, then offered it to me. She would sleep on one of the 2 huge recliners that reclined so far back it was almost flat. The chairs were really comfortable, so I just said I'd take the chair. I went and laid back in a chair with my blanket. We turned off the tv and were talking for maybe 20mins in the dark when the motion sensor flood lights started shining through the window lighting up the room.

Now, I really have no idea why people in the country think it's ok not to have curtains, or blinds, because to me that's insane....we both got quiet and Amanda says, "maybe it was one of the cats?" Then we start hearing gravel crunch, like a person walking across gravel in the parking area outside. My chair was closest to the window and I slid carefully down to the floor clutching the stupid blanket the whole time. The flood light timed out and my friend slid to the floor too. We laid on our stomachs in the dark, not knowing what to do for a minute, when we heard a loud bang and all of a sudden the house alarm started blaring and the flood lights turned on again!

It was so loud we covered our ears and I started to panic. I swear I have never been so close to peeing my pants in my life! I began crawling towards the keypad for the security, because I've seen the commercials, there's a button you push and a person responds to you in case of an emergency, or at least sends the police. The main screen says "patio 1 of 2 open". Amanda starts to cry a little and hits the call assistance button on the pad and nothing happens. There's no assistance. I ask her where the phone is and she says there's a phone in the kitchen and one in the parents room down the hall.

So our choices are to go to the kitchen past the windows, and next to 1 of the patio doors, or to go down the hall to the parents room and use the phone there. I asked her where the other patio is and she said it was in the daycare part of the house...It was an easy decision. We go inside the parents room and it's pitch black. I ask her where's the phone and she says, "I think we have to turn on a light." I really dont want to turn on a light, but have no choice. I don't have a flashlight and I didn't bring my cell because I had limited minutes....it was a simpler time and Amanda didn't even get her own cell until after this happened. She turns on the light and we start looking around the room. Not only did these people not have curtains on ANY window, but they didn't even have closet doors! We see a golf club leaning against the wall by the bed. They probably have it instead of a baseball bat, which is what I had next to my bed at home. We figure if we hit someone with it, it's gonna leave a mark. She grabs it and we continue our search for the phone. Looking at the obvious places we find a cordless phone stand, minus the actual phone.

The alarm is still raging, we have a light on and the person who opened the patio door is bound to notice is all I'm thinking at this point... She asks, "should we use the locate phone buttons?" I look at her and respond, "ya, if you want some strange guy coming in here with it and asking us if we were looking for something?" I am getting mad that I'm scared and in this situation.

Standing there knowing that we HAVE to go to the kitchen, the house alarm stops. It gets country quiet. . .if you've lived in the country you know what I'm talking about. There isn't another golf club for me to grab, so I make her go out first flipping every light on and keeping the doors we pass in the hall closed. We double check the security panel and it still says patio open. Hit call button and it still doesnt work. double checking the front door is locked we start for the kitchen.

I tell her we have to check the patio near the kitchen and I grab a big knife that wasn't even close to being sharp from the kitchen. We check the patio door near the kitchen and it's locked. We turn on all the lights and grab the phone and dial 911.

The phone isn't a cordless phone, it's one of the old ones with a cord attached on a wall. My friend is on the phone with a dispatcher telling her what happened and I hear a whistle coming from outside the kitchen window. The thing people don't think about ( because I didn't in my thinking that safety was turning on the lights) is, while you have the reflection of the inside on the window, people on the outside have a clear view of you...unless you press your face against the window. I hear the whistle again. It sounds like someone trying to get someone else's attention kind of whistle, but I don't see anything outside, and I'm not pressing my face to the window to see if I'm the person they're whistling for.

My friend is still talking to the dispatcher and is crying and saying she doesn't have the address to the house. She hands me the phone and I say, "hello?" The dispatcher lady who sounds annoyed tells me she needs an address to send police to. I ask that she trace the call and she says something like, "you're house sitting and you don't even know where you're at?" Scared, angry and overwhelmed I hand the phone back to Amanda and start looking for something with an address in the kitchen. I'm looking for in the junk drawer, on the counter, on the refrigerator... fully keeping an eye down the hall that has the daycare rooms. Knowing that on the other side of one of those doors is a patio door that was opened.

Amanda tells the lady that she doesn't pick up the mail because of their lockbox and then a few seconds later removes the phone from her ear and stares at me with a blank face. I ask her if they're tracing the call, because I cannot find ANYTHING with an address. Amanda says low, "she said I hope the police find you in time and hung up the phone." I was so scared and angry at the same time.

We knew that there was people outside. We knew that the patio door to the daycare area was opened. We did NOT know what to do. We stood in the kitchen silent for what seemed like forever, but was probably 1 minute. I picked up the phone and dialed 411. I told Amanda that they would have the number to the police department. As calmly as I could l I explained what was happening to us.I included the 911 dispatcher and said we really needed the phone number of the town's police department.... when we heard a huge metal bang outside the kitchen window by the patio door! It sounded like someone dropped something metal and heavy.. Amanda started crying and I couldn't hold in my fear anymore and started crying too.

Whoever was outside was gonna break open that patio door is what I'm thinking...

The 411 operator said they were connecting us and would stay on the line with us after getting pi**ed at the 911 dispatcher on our behalf. A police officer answered the phone and the 411 operator started explaining what was happening to the police, then they were asked to disconnect once we had an established connection. The police asked a few questions and we heard the whistle again outside and flood lights all around the house turned on again. I was too scared to look outside, and we had never turned on the patio light, because we had to walk across the patio window to get to the switch. We told the policeman on the phone about the whistle and he said that there should be several policemen showing up shortly and to stay on the phone. We were outside the town limits and knew it might take a few minutes.

Having an officer on the phone made me feel a little better, but I was still really scared. He told us that the police arrived and were coming up the drive. The policeman said to put down the phone and open the door, so I did. What I saw was a police pick up truck with spot lights flashing into the pastures that ran along both sides of the drive. 2 officers, not with handguns, but with shot guns walking slowly beside the truck as it came up the long drive.

4 officers approached the house asking us our names. One went to the phone and said they were here and hung up the phone. They ordered us to stay in the dining room and began searching the house. One by one they returned. The last one came back in through the patio door by the kitchen. He said he searched the barn and the horse scared him and the horse also looked spooked. He asked what other animals were in the barn? They told us they didn't find anyone and that the daycare patio was not locked. There was, however, a broom handle in the track to prevent it from being opened too far. I looked at the patio door that the officer entered in and saw there was not a broom handle in that one then felt dumb because he just walked through it.They lectured Amanda about not knowing the address of the house she was suppose to be responsible for, and other stuff I don't remember.

After finishing statements they said they'd stick around and look more and if we wanted to leave we could. They could lock the bottom lock l, but not activate the alarm and we were cool with that. ..we were out of there so fast. We got into my car and went to her mom's.

So mentally exhausted we fell asleep and I went to my office job the next morning. She said she really didn't want to go back to the house, but she had to feed the animals their breakfast. Her mom told her to take her sisters and she did. That afternoon she called me at work. She was really nervous and began telling me that when they went into the house there was foot prints in p**p on the carpet. I said it was probably the cop that checked the barn. She said that she didnt know or pay attention. Also, she said that when they went into the barn to feed and water the animals in the morning someone had tied all the rabbits legs together in their hutches. They had 10 rabbits the kids used for 4H. Amanda then continues to say there was a note with the word, "lucky" scribbled on the back of a pizza coupon she thought came from the refrigerator door because the flier was missing a coupon.

It took a while for them to untie the rabbits legs and Amanda asked her mom to find someone else from their church to finish the house sitting. She wasn't going back. She also told the officer what she came back to, but no one was ever caught and the police never called either of us to update us.

20/07/2023

"Creeper in the Woods"
This happened about thirteen years ago, when I was a sophomore in college, attending a liberal arts school in Suffolk County, New York. Within the first month or two of freshman year, I had found myself in a very tight-knit group of fellow theatre geeks, six guys (myself included) and one girl. AND they all loved horror movies and ghost stories. I had found my crew. Freshman year was tough, but we all held each other up and made the whole experience more enjoyable for one another.

At the beginning of sophomore year, we decided that in October, as the Halloween season was ramping up, we would find a creepy wooded spot in a nearby town some night and scare the crap out of ourselves.

We did some research and found that there was a particularly isolated area about 30 minutes away, infamous for paranormal sightings. Perfect. The seven of us split into two different cars and headed out into the night. Allow me to set the scene... You turn off a busy main road, flooded with strip malls and restaurants and whatnot, and you are almost immediately greeted by complete darkness. Again, this area was very heavily wooded, it was essentially a large web of winding roads surrounded by trees. Very few streetlights, and very few houses. Without a GPS or a good sense of direction, one could easily get lost in there. We all made sure to have fully charged phones and flashlights, just in case, but the goal was to keep driving until we collectively decided to pull over and go exploring.

So per the directions, we made a left off of the main road, driving for 30 minutes or so into this dark network, picking directions at random, just getting intentionally lost. Our cars made a turn and, to our surprise, there was a huge log in front of us. We had reached a dead end of some kind, with nothing but trees beyond it. We all got out to see what exactly this was, stepped over the log, and noticed two narrow trails leading in different directions. This seemed like as good a time as any to grab our flashlights and do some amateur ghost hunting.

We flipped a coin and set off on the trail to the right. The trail was so narrow that we had to walk single file to avoid getting whacked by branches. For whatever reason, I ended up in the back. I'm usually pretty rational and level-headed, but I have to say, the further we went in, the more I was overcome with an uneasy feeling. I kept hearing sounds deep in the woods, unable to shake the feeling we were being watched. But I seemed to be the only one who heard these things, so I shrugged it off as my imagination. And, in any case, the whole point of us being there was to get scared. Not to mention the fact that we were seven able-bodied college students. What would we come across that could take us down?

We headed down this trail for about 20 minutes, and just when I thought it would never end, we came to a massive clearing. And I mean massive. It was a large, open field of unkempt grass. Comparable in scope to a golf course, but not nearly as well-manicured. Trees surrounded the entire field, which was so large, we could not see the end of it from where we were standing. I was thrilled to get out of that narrow trail, but I don't think any of us were expecting to find an area so vast.

One of us looked to the right, and said, "Hey, check that out." We all turned and there was an old, dilapidated house several hundred yards away. The house was completely dark, with no cars or signs of anyone actually living there. We walked over and shined our flashlights at it, and sure enough, the windows and doors were all boarded up. I managed to peer between the boards on one of the windows and what I could see was an old white couch covered in plastic, but an otherwise empty room. Whoever used to live here, they were long gone.

Because there was no way in, and because we all felt sufficiently creeped out by the house anyway, we decided to walk closer to the trail we had come in from, have a seat in the field, and figure out where to go next. We walked towards the narrow trail, but before we could sit, my friend Mark stopped what he was doing. His expression dropped, and he pointed.

We all turned and, on a very far side of the field, directly across from where we had come in, we could see someone tall, lanky, and pale dancing among the trees. And by dancing, I mean it was skipping around, grabbing a tree, swinging around it, and then doing the same to another tree. Basically, a do-si-do. The moon was so bright and the woods so dark, it actually took a second for us to really understand what we were looking at. Jay, the 6'4" skeptic of the group, wasn't seeing it. I learned into him, pointed in that direction, and said "Jay, look where I'm pointing. Don't you see that?" He squinted a bit, and the second that he saw it, he gasped with everything he had, clutched my arm, and whispered, "What the F**K is that?"

What happened next sent shockwaves through all of us. Whoever this was, they stopped dancing, looked in our direction, and started charging straight at us. Without even thinking, we freaked and ran back to the trail. Yet again, Jay was the only one who didn't see what was happening. He shouted after us, "Guys, what is it? Where are you going??" After about 15 seconds of running like hell, I heard Jay scream "HOLY S**T!" I looked back and saw his flashlight following the rest of us into the trail. While the walk into the woods took about 20 minutes, we made it back to our two cars, hopped in, and were peeling away in closer to 5. Once we were a safe distance away, we pulled over, got out, and checked in with each other about what just happened. My heart was pounding, and I know everyone else was feeling the same way.

Nearly 15 years later, we are all still friends, living in different states yet keeping in touch through marriages, divorces, children, etc. But occasionally, out of the blue, one of us will send a group text to the others with something to the effect of, "The woods... That really happened, right?"

It most certainly did. That experience is always in the back of my mind, and I’m pretty sure it always will be.

Here's the thing that still resonates with me about that night. Whoever that was, they were dancing maniacally in the woods at 1 in the morning, and then ran directly for a group of young adults, not at all phased by the fact that they were severely outnumbered. Did he know we were there from the second we parked? Was he the sound that I kept hearing when we walked the trail? Whatever the case may be, when he came for us that night, you can be sure none of us wanted to stick around and see what he was truly capable of.

19/07/2023

Highway Encounter (Serial Killer)
My Aunt narrowly avoided being killed by a famous serial killer.
Back in the ’80s, my aunt K was in her early 20’s. This was before she married my uncle, and when she would drive long distances back and forth between her parents and my uncles to visit. It was a transitional period for them. He had just graduated and she hadn’t moved out yet to be with him. It was a long drive across several states, through the desert, which took her hours. This desolate highway would have stretches of road that lasted 100’s of miles where you quite often wouldn't see another driver, let alone a gas station.

So Aunt K set out and began one of these journeys. A couple hours into the drive, Aunt K noticed a dark vehicle slowly catching up to her. She barely noticed as she continued to sing along to Les Miserables until the vehicle got aggressively close. She turned off the music and looked into her rearview mirror, seeing the vehicle flash its brights and a hand pointing at her car and motioning to pull over. Alarmed, she quickly slowed and began to look for a good place to pull off the road to see what must be wrong with her car. The second she began to pull off the road she said she felt and heard as clear as day “Don’t pull over”. Then again, stronger, “DON’T PULLOVER”. Call it God, intuition, or just a gut feeling, but a jolt of adrenaline and fear shot through Aunt K’s body as she hit the gas and peeled back out onto the highway. Heart pumping, Aunt K silently asked herself what the hell was that, as she saw the vehicle peel out behind her. The dark vehicle continued to closely follow, flash their brights and motion to her to pull over. Fear and confusion set in as Aunt K began to question what was going on? Why was the driver motioning for her to pull over, Was there something wrong with her car? And what the hell was that warning she felt? It would have been a severe situation if her car broke down out there, especially before cell phones, but she pressed on.

Just as her resolve wavered she started questioning if she truly did feel what she felt, she started slowing back down when the dark vehicle picked up speed. It entered into the oncoming traffic lane and came level to my aunt's car. The driver smiled, pointed, motioned and mouthed the words “pull over” to my Aunt. She said the second she looked into his eyes, she felt pure evil. She felt a horribly sick feeling in the pit of her stomach and again heard the words in her head, “Don’t pull over”. She described him as looking scary, greasy and noticed he was missing a couple teeth in his smile that she’ll never forget. That sent chills through her. This quickly dispelled any thoughts she had of pulling over and she put the pedal to the metal to try to lose him.

He chased after her. She slowed down, he slowed down. She sped up, he sped up. It got to the point that he began to try to push her car off the road. Aunt K was to the point of tears as this creep continued to terrorize her alone, out in the middle of nowhere. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Aunt K sees a couple of semis off in the distance. She felt if only she could get close or even get in between those trucks she would be safe so she took off. He continued to flash his lights, honk his horn, and try to hit her car until she got close enough to the trucks. As she got in between them, she saw the dark vehicle slow way down, and eventually disappear from view. She stayed with the trucks for a couple hours until she felt safe enough to pull over at a gas station and cry.

Fast forward several years. My aunt and uncle are married. He’s working at a law firm as a high profile criminal prosecutor in Las Vegas. She’s now a full-time mom of several young children. Since I’ve known my aunt she’s been obsessed with true crime. Dateline, 20/20, and unsolved mysteries were always playing at their house. This day was no different. She was folding laundry in the kitchen while listening to the tv in the other room. The interviewer was talking about a man who was being interviewed on death row. As she paired another match of socks she heard the man describe one of his tactics for procuring victims. According to him, he would, “wait along the side of the highway. A car would go by with a family, and he’d wait. Another car with a male driver would go by and he’d wait, but every so often a car would go by with a pretty woman driving alone. So I'd pull out behind and follow ‘em. I’d flash my brights, honk and motion for ‘em to pull over.” Aunt K, paralyzed, continued to listen.” When they would eventually pullover I’d tell ‘em to pop the hood and I’d be able to tell ‘em what was wrong with their car. They would, and I’d yank a couple wires. When the car wouldn't start I’d tell ‘em no problems, my buddy has a shop in the next town. I can give you a ride and he’ll give you a fair deal.” My aunt slowly moved to the living room. “They’d get in, and I’d r**e and kill them. Bury ‘em anywhere in the desert.” When asked how many times he did this he responded, “they’ll never find all the bodies, I can’t even count” “..and how many got away?” “..2 or 3”. My aunt stood alone staring into the same toothless grin she saw on that highway that day. It was Henry Lee Lucas.