The ones that got away
The Cowboy Killer
I lived next door to a guy that was named ‘the cowboy killer’ I was maybe 4 or 5 when my sister and I would get babysat by him and his wife. My mom told me his wife would come over pounding on our door in the middle of the night because he would choke her in his sleep. Anyway he ended killing some prostitutes and getting caught. This was in Auburn Wa around 1990 (BurritoSupremoe)
The Man at the Window
When my mom was 16 she was sleeping and woke up to someone trying to open her bedroom window. She ran to my grandma’s room and told her someone was trying to break in. My grandma ( being the crazy awesome lady she is ) grabs a bat and runs outside and confronts this guy and starts swinging. The guy runs off and they don’t think too much of it. Some time later my Grandma sees the guy on the news and it’s Richard Ramirez. My mom told this story over and over when I was growing up. She easily could have been one of his victims, I’m so grateful she wasn’t especially since she was pregnant with me at the time 🙂 (Starkhousehoe)
Good thing your Grandma was so batty (GotMyOrangeCrush)
See you at the bus
My aunt went to high school with Canada’s most notorious serial killer, Paul Bernardo.
She still has the yearbook he signed:
“See you at the bus stop -Paul”
For those who don’t know, before he started murdering girls he was the “Scarborough Rapist” who stalked and raped dozens of young women and teenage girls, many of whom he stalked out at bus shelters in the neighbourhood. (katspajamas20)
I have a Bernardo story.
One morning I met up with one of my friends (who we’ll call Lucky) at school and she mentions that she thinks some blond guy in a shitty white/cream coloured car was following her as she walked to school. We agree the situation is weird and make plans to walk home together. Safety in numbers and all that.
The next day Lucky tells me that when she got home from school the previous afternoon she told her mom about the car.
Her mom then tells her that a blond man came to the door around lunchtime claiming to have lost his dog and if she (Lucky’s mom) had seen it in the neighborhood. She politely told him she hadn’t been outside that day, wished him luck and closed the door.
Sometime later (I can’t remember how long) Paul Bernardo’s face is plastered all over the news and both Lucky and her mom confirm that he was the same man that followed Lucky and “lost his dog”. He was fucking stalking her. (codenamethechin)