It was the summer of 2012. I had just finished my last year of high school,
and I was 3 months shy of my 18th birthday. I lived about an hour north of Toronto Canada,
it was the suburbs but we had a giant rural area with amazing nature trails and wildlife. I can't lie life was pretty amazing, I was
ready to go to college in a few months, and I had amazing friends and family. My best friends were a girl named Sam and
her boyfriend Gavin whom I introduced to. We did everything together, I didn't really
mind third wheeling with them since we were all close. I never imagined that a single moment could
effect my life so much, that everything could just fall apart like that. The last time all 3 of us were together was
on a beautiful summer night, just perfect weather the moon was out. It was around 9pm and we all decided to get
together and have a fire, drink, listen to music, and pretty much just chill. We walked to the rural area to have our little
fiesta. The walk there is a dead end road that leads
up to this Forrest area. There's no lights, just the sound of nature,
crickets and what not. It's about 50 minute walk from the nearest
home. We see the opening to the forrest and turn
on our flashlight and start walking towards the clearing about 1 km in. Only one of us had a cellphone, as it still
wasn't common to have one back then. Sam had it, and it was a shitty old blackberry
that was only to be used for emergencies. So we finally got to our little spot, threw
our wood in and got the music going. It was one of those movie moments, fire and
beer really make people come together. We were laughing, joking around and shot gunning
beers. I started feeling the buzz and felt my body
just getting disoriented. I looked up and away from the fire, and from
the corner of my eye I thought I saw headlights. I shushed them and told them to look but it
was gone. They told me it was the moonlight playing
tricks on me but I had this weird feeling and anxiety in my chest that I'd never felt
before. And now I know it was my intuition. I kinda just just put my fear aside and continued
to party and get drunk Gavin had drunk the last beer and we agreed
it was time for bed. So we put out the fire , turned on the flashlight
and started following the trail back to the road. When we were out of the brush and into the
open road a pair of car headlights turned on, blinding us. I was so confused and out of it but I knew
something was about to go down. The person in the car turned on the engine
and started speeding towards us almost hitting us but kept going. We were screaming WTF to this guy as he disappeared
down the road. We thought that was it, some douche bag just
fucking with us for shits and giggles. I didn't bring up the Forrest headlight thing
because I didn't want to freak them out anymore then they were. We continued on our journey home. About 3 minutes later the car speeds past
us again the flash of the headlights blinding us. This is when the alarm bells start ringing
in my head and the adrenaline starts pumping. We froze and looked at each other. Sam was crying now and Gavin had this petrified
look on his face that I will never ever forget. I told Sam to call 911 on her phone and she
dug into her pockets and couldn't find it. We flashed the light on the ground looking,
but she must of have forgot it at the clearing. We were fucked. The car flew by us again, and we started to
run the opposite way. I looked behind me and I could see it slowing
down. It stopped about a 100 meters from us, the
loud honk of the car horn broke the silence. It kept going and going beeping and flashing
his lights. This was fucked up. My adrenaline was insane I started sprinting
through the Forrest, branches and things hitting me as I ran blindly in the dark. I fell over a log and twisted my ankle. I sucked in my breath from the pain and just
laid there. I could see Sam's flashlight moving. She was running. I could hear Gavin yelling for her to run
faster. She was smart and turned off the light and
they hid. It was so silent I couldn't take it I covered
my mouth so my breathing could become steady. The headlights started shining in through
the trees. I could make out that it was a tall man getting
out the car. He had a hunting rifle in his hand. I was praying to god now silently in my head
that he wouldn't find us. He also had a flash light on the rifle, and
he started walking towards me. I thought I was done for. The light moved a few inches from my head
and he almost walked over me. I heard a branch break from where my friends
were. I slowly moved my head and watched in horror
as the man pointed the gun at my friends heads. I kept quiet knowing that If something did
happen I would be the last one left to get help. He started yelling at Sam to get in the car. They were both crying hysterically. The man opened the trunk of his car and threw
Sam into it. Gavin was now kneeling on the ground beside
the car. The man violently started gun butting him
in face. I can still hear the cracks of gun hitting
him till this day. I could see him laying there all still.. is
he dead I thought. The car peeled off towards the city. I ran up to Gavin and he was completely covered
in blood and had a disgusting gash in his face, he was knocked out. I was a strong girl but I knew I could not
carry him to the nearest home to get help. I started yelling his name to try and wake
him up but nothing worked. I propped him up against the tree and covered
him up as best as I could. I started running, it was a blur, I don't
even remember what I was thinking while I ran i was so focused on getting help. I saw a house and started screaming and banging
on the door. The lights turned on and the women opened
her window and asked me what was wrong. I yelled to her to call 911. The police got there pretty quick, I told
them where my friend was and that he was severely injured and the description of the car that
had taken my friend.I sat down and everything overwhelmed me. The emotions of what had just happened came
over me. I was crying, shaking and throwing up. My parents came and picked me up from the
station after a few hours of questions. I was so happy to see them, we went home and
I just lay there beside my mom. The next day I found out that they had found
Sam in the trunk of that car abandoned in a parking lot at the lake, she was alive but
something had obviously happened to her. Gavin was in the hospital with severe head
trauma. They have to protect our names in the media
since we were under 18. It was a big news story in our little town. A wake up call that maybe the suburbs aren't
so safe after all. Life was flipped upside down for all 3 of
us, our friendship forever broken. I saw Gavin in the hospital when he woke up
and brought him flowers but we didn't speak about what happened. Sam's family moved and we never spoke again. I tried to search for her on Facebook but
nothing comes up. Gavin and I still don't know what happened
to her but it makes me sick to my stomach thinking about it. I didn't end up going to college and had to
go through some serious therapy to start feeling like myself again. I hope I will get there one day soon. I don't go out much at all, never at night. The person who did ruined our teenage dreams
never faced justice. The case still remains open. First, a little background information. I worked the night shift at a local gas station
when I was 19. I am a female about 5'6" and was the only
employee in the store, as usual. On Christmas eve I had to work the overnight,
10pm-6am into Christmas day. It was a normal night. No customers and my cleaning was almost finished. I had just got done eating and decided to
go out for a smoke when I hear someone walking towards the store in the distance. Nothing out of the ordinary, until the person
gets to the pumps and I can actually see them. It was a male, about 5'9" and somewhat thin. He was wearing a dark hoodie, jeans and was
carrying a gift bag. As he got closer I noticed he was bleeding
from his forehead. As he approached me I asked if he was okay
and if he needed any help. I noticed that the bag was empty which should
have been my first red flag. The guy looked me in the eyes, looking dead
inside, and said, "You want to help? Then don't call the fucking cops." I agreed and told him there was a first aid
kit inside and that I'd be happy to help him with his wound (crazy I know, but I was just
trying to be nice to him since he was someone who could be a threat to me.) We went inside the store and I got the first
aid kit, as I pulled out the stuff for him to clean himself up with, he said he needed
to use the restroom and once again told me not to call the cops. I told myself that if he wasn't out of the
bathroom within a reasonable amount of time, I was going to call the police. He did not come out, so I went outside and
called. The dispatcher told me to stay out of the
store and find somewhere safe to be until the officers arrived. I stood at the side of the store where he
wouldnt be able to see me but I could see if he came out of the bathroom, he didnt. The police arrived and asked where he was,
I pointed and they went in. Just as they got to the door he opened it,
and tried to lunge at one of the officers. They tackled him, threw a knife that he was
holding, and promptly arrested him. As they were walking him out of the store,
he told me that I was lucky the police got there when they did, and that he'd see me
again soon. I was a little shook by that. One of the officers came to take my statement
after the other took the guy away. I told the officer what had all happened and
then I asked something I really wish I didn't know the answer to. "What was he doing in the bathroom?" The officer told me that it was a good thing
that I called them when I did because the guy had shot up some heroine in the bathroom,
then was going to come out with a knife, stab me, and run with what money was in my register,
that's what the bag was for. This guy had a lot of problems and a lot of
anger inside of him.The reason he was so angry was also the reason his head was bleeding,
he owed his dealer money and got beat because of it. His solution to the problem was robbing the
store.The officer told me, if I didn't call when I did, I'd either be critically wounded
or dead because he wasn't going to allow me to stand between him and that money. I hope I never see that crazy drug addict
who wanted to kill me to free himself of debt, again To give some background to my story, I was
6 living with my mom. My sister was 9 and my brother was 11 when
my father died. After a few years my mum started dating again. She ended up talking to this guy after meeting
him from a handyman job. Our sink broke and my mum found him in the
yellow pages, after that they started talking and eventually started dating. After a few months my mum got pregnant and
they decided to buy a bigger house to be able to fit us all in, so we moved to a small village
away from everywhere. 200 people lived in the village, and the nearest
town over was a 10-minute drive away at least. We didn't know at the time, but this man was
a psychopath. We found out he had served 4 years in prison
for armed robbery, which is very rare in Scotland, and he had his fair share of fights and enemies. However, by the time this was all revealed
about him our mother refused to leave him because she was so convinced he was not a
worry, plus he was the father of her 4-month baby. She ignored her sister's advice and continued
dating him. After around 3 years of the dating, they started
binge drinking their Tesco alcohol on Mondays after getting paid on the weekend. And the kids would be going back to school. This lead to arguments and frequent police
visits. To put into perspective how much of a psycho
this man was, at one of the police visits there was a female and a male cop that showed
up, the male cop took my mother in the living room to talk to her and find out what had
happened, and the female officer did the same with him. After a few minutes everything was normal
until the female officer started screaming, the male cop ran into the kitchen followed
by everyone else wondering what the fuck just happened, Allan was on the floor with his
wrist bleeding, we were all quickly rushed out of the room, but I later found that while
talking to the officer, Allan had gone to the knife block, pulled out the biggest knife
he could and slit his own fucking wrist. The officer being fairly new, and not expecting
this from a simple row in a small peaceful village where nothing ever happened, was shocked
and started screaming. I will also add, Allan was very over protective
of my mother, he didn't want her to try to leave him, or talk to anyone about their regular
fights, this made him insist on going everywhere with her, and feeding her more so she would
look less attractive to guys so no one would want her etc. He hated seeing pictures of her with her ex
(my dad) and it made him start arguments over nothing. But one night, he took things to a new level,
we went over to my aunt's house (my mums sister) and started watching old home videos, Allan
saw a few of the videos, in which my dad and her were together, I believe the one that
really pushed him was when he saw the camera turn to them when they were on the beach and
they kissed. Allan was quiet on the way home that night,
and you could see the anger on his face, it just was not normal. When we got home that night things seemed
to be normal until my mum got back from her karate class which she normally attends on
a Monday. Allan had been drinking and confronted my
mum when she came in, he then smashed a bottle on the wall and started shouting extremely
loud, normally he would never shout this loud, nor be this aggressive. At this point they had been dating for 8 years,
I was 13, my brother 19 and my sister 16, my younger sister being 6. However, my brother was working the late shift
when this happened, and my 2 sisters were both staying with their friends, so that meant
it was just me, Allan and my mother in the house at this point. Normally at this phase in the argument me,
my brother and sister would step in, but due to it being just me, against a big built 50
year old I decided not to try anything and see if things escalated. After 2-3 hours at 11 pm I only saw escalation
and after hearing my mum shouting something like "drop the fucking knife" I immediately
started the too familiar procedure of phoning the police. I thought at the time it was another self-harming
attempt, but that was not the fucking case here, he was holding it to my mother's throat,
because of how often this has happened and how to familiar it was to me, the operator
doubted me for a moment passing it as a prank call from another teenager, but it was on
the phone that I heard it, my mother let out a sound that I have never heard before, louder
than anything I have ever heard, I realised quickly that she had been stabbed by this
psychopath, and when the operator could hear the distress in my voice and the scream I
was taken a little more serious. I had already been on the phone for around
4 minutes when it happened, so the police and ambulance were not that far away as they
were expecting him to cut himself again as I explained to the operator he had done previously,
around 1-2 minutes after it happened 2 police cars were on scene, 4 cops showed up, 2 went
around the back and 2 went in the front, I watched from my window which was directly
above our front door as police went in the house, after around 30 seconds I saw 2 come
out carrying the psychopath down the stairs to their car, and the other standing at the
door repeatedly asking for the eta of the ambulance which showed up 5-6 minutes after. The Police started to check the house for
anyone in it in case there was another suspect, when it came to my room, a huge cop came in
and shined his light around my room a bit, he then told me to stay in the room and not
to leave, I didn't know the condition of my mother at the time, I just assumed it was
bad as the road was closed as well as the one behind our house, 2 ambulances and a doctors
emergency response vehicle were outside, followed by around 20-30 cops, if not more. Our house was on the corner of the street,
Police were around every 10ft of our garden not letting anyone near the house, garden,
or streets. After awhile of waiting in my room, a detective
came up to my room. He told me my mother was pronounced dead at
the scene and started asking me questions about what happened. I was then escorted down the stairs, where
around 10 officers were lined up to try and block my view of the room where my mother
was lying dead, the cops all had their hats on their chest and shook my hand as I walked
past them and out. I saw paramedics surrounding my mother, starting
to pack up, they looked exhausted and tired. Allan was sentenced to 16 years in jail, and
I am thankful that the police responded so fast, if they hadn't, who knows what would've
happened, the paramedics worked hard to try and save my mother, but she was struck straight
through the heart with a single stab. Years before Allan murdered my mother there
were a lot of domestic fights and arguments resulting in a wall, or a face having a hole
in it, if you ever end up in a relationship like this, please, get help and trust your
family.
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