My wife and I were returning from a party at 2 AM when our car died in a remote area.

There were no mobiles then, so we waited. An hour later, a college student passed by and drove us to town.

We offered money but he said, “Happy to help.”

Years later, my wife called in tears. With a shaky voice she told me to open the news.

Turns out that student was actually a 35-year-old man who had robbed over 30 people in forests and abandoned areas, targeting drivers late at night.

I had chills when I saw that he had been wanted by the police in several states.

His methods were chillingly clever—he’d either pretend to be a lost hiker to hitch a ride or pick people up in his own car.

We offered money but he said, “Happy to help.”

Years later, my wife called in tears. With a shaky voice she told me to open the news.

Turns out that student was actually a 35-year-old man who had robbed over 30 people in forests and abandoned areas, targeting drivers late at night.

Maybe it was because there were two of us, or perhaps because I was tall and muscular,

which might have intimidated him.

Whatever the reason, we were incredibly lucky to have walked away unharmed.