hitmancrewzz
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It happened a few years ago. I was coming back from my grandmother's farm (where I currently live) with my dad and sister. We were all tired because that day my grandmother had decided to move everything around. That's not the point, the point is that on the way to the city my dad's old car (A 1945 Ford) And...let's just say it's very popular but has quite a few flaws. Well, at one point it stopped working, and my dad had to pull over on the side of the dark road (the only lighting came from passing cars). He got out of the car and went to check what it was... I never found out what it was, but it was so serious that my dad told my sister and me, "Look, I'm going to the nearest house to get a signal. You stay here, watch your sister and NEVER open the door for anyone," he said, turning off the car and leaving them in complete darkness (it should be noted that the interior lights of the car were not working). Without saying anything else, he began to walk forward until we lost sight of him. Half an hour passed, my sister is terrified of the dark and kept asking me when dad would come...well. A tall guy (let's say about 6'2") approached the car on his bicycle, getting off and leaving it to the side in the grass. Suddenly he started knocking on the windows, looking for someone (I'd say). My sister's reaction was simply to panic even more. I had to cover her mouth with my hand so she wouldn't say anything. And...the worst happened, the guy started trying to open the doors, one by one until he got to the door that couldn't be locked. I quickly whispered in my sister's ear, 'Don't you dare make a fucking sound.' And in a matter of seconds, I grabbed the door with all my might, pulling it inward to pretend it was locked. The guy tried about three times before he just gave up. Then he simply tried to open the trunk but was unsuccessful, so he just got on his bicycle and left. About twenty minutes later my father arrived. We told him everything, but he didn't believe us. I stayed quiet and simply waited for my aunt to arrive in her car to pick us up.
It happened a few years ago. I was coming back from my grandmother's farm (where I currently live) with my dad and sister. We were all tired because that day my grandmother had decided to move everything around. That's not the point, the point is that on the way to the city my dad's old car (A 1945 Ford) And...let's just say it's very popular but has quite a few flaws. Well, at one point it stopped working, and my dad had to pull over on the side of the dark road (the only lighting came from passing cars). He got out of the car and went to check what it was... I never found out what it was, but it was so serious that my dad told my sister and me, "Look, I'm going to the nearest house to get a signal. You stay here, watch your sister and NEVER open the door for anyone," he said, turning off the car and leaving them in complete darkness (it should be noted that the interior lights of the car were not working). Without saying anything else, he began to walk forward until we lost sight of him. Half an hour passed, my sister is terrified of the dark and kept asking me when dad would come...well. A tall guy (let's say about 6'2") approached the car on his bicycle, getting off and leaving it to the side in the grass. Suddenly he started knocking on the windows, looking for someone (I'd say). My sister's reaction was simply to panic even more. I had to cover her mouth with my hand so she wouldn't say anything. And...the worst happened, the guy started trying to open the doors, one by one until he got to the door that couldn't be locked. I quickly whispered in my sister's ear, 'Don't you dare make a fucking sound.' And in a matter of seconds, I grabbed the door with all my might, pulling it inward to pretend it was locked. The guy tried about three times before he just gave up. Then he simply tried to open the trunk but was unsuccessful, so he just got on his bicycle and left. About twenty minutes later my father arrived. We told him everything, but he didn't believe us. I stayed quiet and simply waited for my aunt to arrive in her car to pick us up.
