The night before the dogs and I ventured out on this WONDERFUL trail and wetland area, I watched an unrelated story about a young girl, taking pictures at some river bank GETS MURDERED with not one but 3 ligatures, no rape, no robbery, just murdered. :| The film was taken from the camera which sort of sounds like the 2 ACCUSED fisherman nearby might have been doing something "fishy", and as a result MURDERED the witness who took a picture of it. (1 convicted due to the other dropping dead pre trial)
So I'm already on HIGH ALERT due to this story I watched.
As we walked along this trail, we found a spillway...we go down to the bank...out pops a fisherman. I ALMOST had a heart attack. Luckily, he was not a killer, this day. We quickly ran away...cuz i'm freaked out to begin with.
Throughout the entire run, I was looking for a "killer" to pop up on the trail. At one point Chance even alerted to something down off the trail, growling and backing up...I proclaimed "A KILLER, RUN!"
2 DAYS LATER a jogger gets grabbed by a man AT THIS SAME TRAIL who popped up from the weeds next to the trail, with a gun who said "Don't yell, your coming with me" She responded with "AAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and takes off running. She gets away. Whew!
His description: Fuller face, red hair, facial hair, baseball cap, red shorts. THAT COULD BE SO MANY PEOPLE! :(
To think, an abductor could have been behind these weeds at this very moment just make me want to arm myself with weapons. :(
To make matters worse:
The next night, while walking my VERY OLD SLOW dog, Gus, two doors from my house, a LOUD "semi sounding" full size red truck first passes by 3 times, then finally pulls up in the dark, so DARK i can't even see, with a couple of hoodlums inside and creepily ask me "Whaaatts going oonnnnn?" I asked "Do I know you?" They're like "Prob not, what are you dooooinnnnnnn?" "Uh, WALKING MY DOG! :|" They leave, I panic as I hear this LOUD truck circling the area. I keep thinking they're going to come back and my dog is so slow, there's nothing I can do. The next day, a guy in a similar, if not the same, truck drives by and sees me standing in my driveway. We made eye contact as he passes, I'm talking he had to turn his head around as he passed, he was staring so hard, and then I realize he now knows where I live. :(
My CONCLUSION TO ALL THIS: I totally need some weapons.
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