A Scary Close Encounter

when i was at uni, i would often hitch back to Ruthin, from Wrexham. in the summer of 1995, i had one lift that really disturbed me, as i sensed something scary about the man who had given me this lift. he was thick set, with a small moustache, and was wearing a heavy sheepskin coat, even though it was warm weather, i know this, as i'd worn some cut off jean shorts. so i started to talk about that i couldn't wait to get home to cook my girlfriend a nice meal, thus making sure that he didn't have any doubts about my sexuality. soon after he said he needed to take a different route, which meant the same route as the college bus would take, which was even more isolated than the direct route. i said i needed to stay on this road just in case a bus came along, as my plan B. he said okay, and dropped me of before the turn off. this man was the spitting image of Peter Moore. who from Sept until Dec that same year, murdered 4 men all at night. this has kind of haunted me ever since. and having just watched a documentary about him, i'm still convinced that i had a very very lucky escape.
Written by missjem56 (Jemia de Blondeville)
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