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>1998
>Driving through MT on my way to Oregon
>late, dark, no civilization
>had a 68 VW bus that was on it's last legs
>I see something up along the road
>It's a girl, obviously drunk, stumbling in a
dress
>Decide to be a good guy
>Pull up next to her
>Ask if she needs a ride, or help
>No answer
>"I can drive you into the next town?"
>Still no answer
>I open passenger door
>She turns, looks at the door, then slowly climbed in
>She's wearing a pinkish dress and had a small purse, and he hair was straight, long and black
>Start driving
>I start asking her questions i.e. is she okay? did something happen?
>Nothing
>22 miles of no talking
>Finally pulling into a small town
>"Where can I drop you off?"
>Nothing
>I've had enough of this, I tell her "you're getting out somewhere"
>on the outside edge of town
>I stop the van, and tell her to get out
>She cocked her head and looked right at me
>Her eyes are black, soulless, and they looked like they wanted to hurt me
>The only words she said to me
>In a deep man sounding voice
>"My names Bill, You wanna die?"
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>I reach over her to get the door handle and kick her the fuck out
>She reached between he legs for he purse
>I figure its a gun
>I get the door handle and with one thunder kick I booted her the fuck out
>Slam the door
>took my foot off the clutch and stalled out the van
>FuckmeFuckmeFuckme....
>Get the van started
>There she is, infront of my van off to my passenger side
>She's standing on the side of the road facing me
>I dont know what she had, But she was holding a little black cube and pointing it at me
>Mentally I hear a *click* in my head, like a camera
>I pissed my pants and slammed on the gas
>I drove till I hit Idaho, ran out of gas, and ran till I found a dinner that was open
>To this day I still have not heard anything about that girl.
>couple years ago an old injun told me it may have been a SW
>I've never driven through MT again
