Vol. 1: Disturbing True Rural Stories
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Kerry and the Republicans will secure the border, support our families, and never turn their backs on us. Kerry Lake for Senate. I'm Kerry Lake, candidate for U.S. Senate, and I approve this message. Paid for by Kerry Lake for Senate and the NRSC. This happened to my husband and myself almost a decade ago, late November, and it still gives us chills to this day. While living in Seattle, my husband and I would frequently go surfing. Usually, we'd drive out to Neah Bay or Westport

But on this particular weekend, the surf report looked pretty messy for spots located directly on the coast. We decided instead to try hitting some spots along the Strait of Juan de Fuca. The land along the Strait is beautiful, but remote. You can only access it by driving all along Highway 112, which runs from Port Angeles to Neah Bay. There's no cell service along almost all of Highway 112, and only in a smattering of small towns.

So, we decided to try surfing along the strait at this one spot, Twin. We'd surfed out there before and had a good lay of the land. The report showed that the waves would be best in the early morning, so we opted to drive out the evening before and then sleep in our car overnight. Since it was late November, we decided to forego paying for a camping spot at a nearby campground and just figured that we'd park somewhere along the beach at Twin. We figured there would be no one there, and we were right.

We arrived in the afternoon, around 3:30pm, and the only other people parked were a young couple in their Westphalia. Nothing terribly eventful occurred between our arrival and nightfall. We got there, cooked some dinner, and I took a quick walk along the beach. The only other thing of note that occurred was just before sunset when we heard this loud whistling, and then saw some guy who'd been walking along the highway come down the entrance road towards the beach.

My husband and I thought it was pretty f***ing odd, given that there's absolutely nowhere you can easily walk along that highway. All he had with him was a tiny backpack, so he definitely wasn't hiking. He said hello to the young couple as he walked along the beach, and they invited him to hang out by their campfire for a while. Last time we saw any of them that evening was when my husband and I decided to call it a night and go to sleep. This was just after 7pm.

I woke up about an hour later and opened the car door a bit to get some fresh air. That's when I noticed that the couple's Westphalia was now gone, and something about them being gone just unnerved me. I couldn't put a logical finger on why, so I chalked up my feelings to just being tired, and I laid back down. When I next awoke, it was close to 11pm, and this time, I shot up so quickly that my husband woke up alongside me. He asked what was wrong. I instinctively said nothing.

just that I woke up startled. He seemed completely relaxed and fell right back to sleep, but I stayed up for about 15 minutes trying to listen for anything that I might have heard. In hindsight, I think my intuition was screaming to me that something was off. Since I didn't hear anything, I laid back down and really tried to focus on getting some sleep. About 20 minutes later, I woke up again, but this time, my husband was already up. He was sitting silently, clearly listening, him sitting so still

freaked me out, so I turned on the interior car lights and asked him what was up. He whispered, "Someone was just tapping on the windows." I remember feeling this deep sense of dread. That's when I tell him, "When I woke up a few hours ago, I noticed that the couple in their van had left. There's no one else camping here." At that, we both put our shoes on, grabbed our flashlights along with a knife, pepper spray, and opened the doors.

Total silence met with pitch black darkness. My husband started up towards the trees behind us to look around, while I stood by her car and shined a light down onto the beach. I saw no one and sat on the back bumper while he continued to look. I checked in vain to see if I had cell service. Nothing. Maybe two minutes later he returned, walking fast. As he passed me, he whispered with a sense of urgency, "We need to leave. There's a car parked up by the exit road.

It's just sitting there with the lights off, but the ignition on. I couldn't tell if there was anyone inside. In no more than a minute, we threw everything in the front seats, into the back where we'd been sleeping, started up the car, and started driving back up towards the entrance road. We did this because we didn't want a chance taking the exit road and driving by that car. We peeled out of that lot fast, but in a moment of disorientation, my husband turned the wrong way and started driving down the highway towards Neah Bay.

As we began going the wrong way, we drove past the exit road and lo and behold, there was the car, now with its lights on. A few seconds later, we both noticed that the car was speeding up behind us. I practically screamed, what the f*** are you doing? There's basically nowhere to turn around. The highway is narrow, with the forest on one side and the ocean on the other. Luckily, we saw a small turnout coming up. I remember my husband repeatedly saying, f***.

obviously voicing his discomfort in the situation, before cutting hard to the left. And as soon as we cut left, the person or people following us just kept on in the same direction. We took off back down the highway going like 90 back towards Port Angeles. No one followed us the rest of the way back. I still feel deeply creeped out when thinking about the intentions of whoever was in that car. We still go on the occasional surfing venture every now and again, but now,

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I happen to live in a small rural community in the eastern United States. It's a nice little town. Because of my work in the medical field, I've met some interesting folks. I'm also familiar with law enforcement and other emergency personnel.

Small town life isn't as dull and uneventful as people think, especially since everybody knows somebody who knows somebody. I have a lot of stories to share, but since this one just happened, I'll start here. Because it's very recent and the investigation is still ongoing, I have to be vague with some details, but I needed to tell someone. I'm single and live alone, and due to a stalker, I've moved twice, but that's another story for another time.

However, it is relevant for this story for multiple reasons. The first reason being that I have a dog for the sake of protection, as well as having motion sensors and outdoor security cameras. The second reason being the location of my home, which is literally down the street from the fire department and a couple blocks from the police station. However, next to the fire department is the road department, which is basically a parking lot where they park their road equipment and empty garbage trucks at night and on weekends.

Oddly, this lot doesn't have a security camera. Small town life, I suppose. My house sits on a hill with a good view of that side of the street. Due to the incline, the large trees in the front yard, and the half cornfield on the property next to me, most people in the street below wouldn't notice me in the backyard unless they were actively looking. However, I can see the street clearly. This incident happened a few Saturdays ago. The county was holding its annual Independence Day spiel.

with a community barbecue, music, fireworks, etc. I didn't attend because it's just not my thing. Plus, my dog and the sound of fireworks don't really go together. Before the big show, I took the dog out to relieve herself in the backyard. There was still at least an hour of daylight, but the entire neighborhood was pretty quiet because most everyone was at the fairgrounds or various other holiday events. So when an unfamiliar, large white pickup truck drove slowly down my street,

I noticed it. It must have turned around at the end of the street because I saw it again, moving in the opposite direction only about 20 seconds later. This time, it turned into the parking lot of the road department. Now, people have been known to toss things into the empty garbage trucks, usually at night, to avoid getting caught, because they don't want to, slash, are unable to make the trip to the landfill themselves. Usually, it's things like furniture or broken equipment.

But I didn't see any of those things in the back of this truck. The driver was a somewhat stocky guy, looking to be of average height. He took three large black trash bags from the bed of his truck and tossed them one by one into the hopper of the garbage truck, before turning around, hopping back into his truck, and leaving. Now, I swear I'm not one of those meddling rear window types who always thinks activity is suspicious, and that their neighbors are up to no good.

but something about this didn't sit right with me. Normally, when I see people tossing their garbage into the trucks and leaving, I don't bother reporting it because it's relatively harmless. But this time, I had a gut feeling that I just wasn't going to ignore, so I called the police. If anything, they could get the guy for illegally dumping trash from a barbecue or whatever it was. While I'm on the phone with dispatch, I put my dog inside to cut down on possible distractions

for when the officers arrive and begin to investigate. A few minutes later, an officer arrived and I crossed the street to meet him. I gave him a description of the events and pointed out which of the trucks the man had tossed the bags into. He found the bags, took photos, put gloves on, and told me to stay back. The bags were tied in a knot at the top, and it took him a minute to untie one because of the gloves and how tight the knot was. But eventually, he got it open, looked inside for no more than a few seconds,

before twisting it closed and taking a few steps back. I heard him say under his breath, "What?" I asked. "It's a body." Immediately, I felt sick. I could tell that he felt sick too. I saw him grow pale. His hand was even trembling when he held the radio. His voice was shaking as he gave the code to dispatch. The dispatcher sounded confused when she asked him to repeat it, but within ten minutes, the county sheriff was on the scene. Even he looked sick at the contents of the bag.

The coroner arrived 10 minutes after that, and the initial officer walked me back to my house along with another one who arrived at the same time as the coroner. My surveillance camera caught footage of the truck as it drove by both times, as well as pulling into the parking lot, though unfortunately not a clear view of the license plate or of the man tossing the bags out of frame. We watched the footage over and over, pausing frames, the officers taking notes.

Ultimately, they requested this footage as well as a copy of the files from the past week to see if the truck had been in the area before. I was also directed to save footage until the road department installs their own cameras this week. Because this is still fresh, I don't have many more details. I do know that the body was "in pieces," but I don't know the age of the victim, the gender, cause of death, anything like that. Information hasn't been released to the public.

I don't know if the coroner has even been able to identify the body yet. A police cruiser has been parked at the fire department next door for constant surveillance, just in case the guy comes back again. The guy who dumped the body was likely a local. How else would he know that he could have dumped there? He no doubt thought that those bags would get buried in other people's illegal trash that accumulated over the holiday weekend, and that the sanitation crew wouldn't have bothered to investigate. When I think about how this guy most likely lives in my community,

that makes me feel physically ill. To think that he had clearly scouted the area for a dump site, that it may not have been the first time that this had happened, that this could happen again. If I hadn't called it in, if I hadn't been in the backyard at the ad- if I hadn't been in the backyard at that exact moment, or if I had ignored my gut feeling, the victim may never have been found, may never find potential justice, and their loved ones may never have closure. In fact,

it seems that there's a real possibility that this might just happen again, only to another poor soul. I think it might be time that I moved again. Third time's a charm, right? So this happened earlier this year. As a little background, I'm a 30-year-old male, married, with a young daughter. I live in a rural Northern California town, pretty much right at the epicenter of the gold rush. And I don't know if it's all the ways the land was taken, or the ways people killed for wealth back then,

but it's always seemed to have a higher share of strange recluses and sovereign citizen types. That being said, this isn't a haunting story or a strange people of the woods story, but it was by far the most frightening encounter I've ever experienced as a father. Some time ago, I ended up with an extra day off and my wife and I decided to go for a drive and check out a semi-local gun show. From time to time, I will get tables at them and have friends who do them regularly.

So we went to visit, as I'm always looking for obscure parts and pieces for old military weapons. Plus, I had some family that lived in the area of this show too. We had a hell of a winter last year, so unsurprisingly, it was a cold gloomy day. We drove about an hour to get to the show and knew the promoters, so we walked right in. As I was passing tables in search of the right stuff, I was carrying my daughter with me. She's very small and ridiculously cute, so everyone wanted to look and ask about her.

which is pretty normal from what I've observed for parents. At times, you even draw a small crowd, usually of sweet little old ladies and even some grandpa types. As a side point, I had one grumpy lady telling me my daughter was way too young for this type of show. I looked at her confused and said, "She's like three months old. She's never going to remember this." But back on topic, there was one man who seemed a bit more excited than most men his age,

but he said that he had worked as an EMT and in the NICU for years, so it seemed reasonable that he was so happy to see healthy babies. As the afternoon went on, he passed us a few more times, moving against the crowd, and he even commented on how beautiful she was, once to me, once to my wife. As babies often do at that age, my wife soon needed to breastfeed our daughter. We went out to the car and had blinders in the back seat so she could have some privacy.

and keep the baby from distractions. I turned on the heater, locked the doors, and went back inside to help a buddy sell during a busier point in the show. About 10-15 minutes later, my phone starts ringing with my frantic wife on the other end. No more than 3 minutes before, I had noticed that law enforcement had gotten up and walked outside the show. It took a minute to calm my wife down, but apparently, that same over-eager guy had followed us outside and had been watching closely.

While feeding our baby, my wife got that sudden feeling that makes your hair stand up on end. She looks up from our little girl's face, and that's when she saw a shadow standing outside of her door, blocking it from opening, while holding the butt end of a flashlight right up against the window. After her brain had a moment to assemble just what she was looking at, my wife was ready to let out the shriek of all shrieks. But at that same moment, a sheriff pulled up, one who had also seen us go to the car.

The officer asked what was going on when that man tried to say that he was just talking to my wife, who rolled down the window just slightly and said that she was not talking to this man and didn't want to either. That's when the officer asked him his name, and when he turned around to run the man's name in the database, the man tried to scurry away. The name was fake, hence why the other officers within the show got up and left. The man was detained, they gave his real name, and within one minute of calling it in, the man was then in cuffs.

Turned out, he had multiple felony warrants out for him for attempted kidnappings. While right outside of our window, that man was waiting for the nearby cars to clear out. He was in the midst of trying to take my wife and my infant daughter. Had that cop not been right where he was, who knows how it would have unfolded. Too often, in stories like these, people are left wondering, where was the cop when I needed one? Well, this is the odd story, where luckily, the cop that we needed

was right there.

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