Maybe not murder - maybe only rape?
After a night out, I was heading home. I was driving down a state highway which passed through a few towns with interspersed areas of commercial or wooded, depending. At a stop light a car pulls up next to me and the driver, some redheaded dude, starts waving at me. It was like 2am so I did what any sensible lady would do and ignored the hell out of him. I kept on. He was behind me for some time. I noticed that one of his headlights was flickery - it looked like it was winking at me. Anyway.
I tried to stay ahead of redhead, but he kept after me. When he had a lane, he would pull up next to me and try to get my attention. I ignored and drove faster. There was hardly anyone on the road - I don't recall passing more than one or two people at all.
I started getting nervous. In a commercial area, he turned off the road at an intersection. I watched him do it and tried to see if he kept going, but he was behind me so... I felt reassured and resumed normal speed.
A few miles later (this was like a 60 mile drive - Atlanta to Athens, GA), a car appeared behind me again. I watched it, but couldn't tell if it was the same one. I thought I saw the flickering headlight, but really tried to keep my distance. Dude caught up with me and it was redhead again. I started freaking the hell out. He came roaring up behind me a couple of times. I had to swerve to avoid being hit. He kept trying to get beside me. He had no idea how fast I was willing to drive, though (I love me some speed) so I was flooring it. We came out of a wooded area into another commercial area and I desperately looked for another person anywhere. I finally saw a cop car pulled into a bank parking lot and I whipped it into the lot, praying for dear life that the cop was in the car. He was. Napping. I didn't GAF. Redhead when screaming past me.
I pounded on the cop's window and he grudgingly took a report from me. He didn't seem interested or concerned, but what could I do?
That was Saturday night. He dismissed me pretty quickly and I went home, on red alert the whole way. Miserable drive.
Monday morning, at work, I got a call from the Crimes Against Persons Unit wanting to know if I wanted to press charges. Press charges? For scaring me? No thank you, then my name and address would be on the record. I wasn't trying to tell redhead where I lived. I did ask if there was more to the situation than I knew about, but the Detective that called me couldn't say.
A few days later redhead was on the news. He was using his girlfriends car to run ladies off the road and drag them into the wood to rape them. He had tried to strangle the last one to death.
Close call. Keep your eyes on the psychos around you!