05 August 2016 | Your Stories
In 2012, I was staying with my brother, in Winchendon Ma. A very small town with winding streets. He lived in a wooded area with houses far apart. One very early morning I received a phone call from a friend. He was driving through town on his way to a job.We agreed to meet in the yard. We were on our cell phones, I was directing him to the house and walking towards the street. I reached the end of the driveway and stopped short. There was a pick up truck parked on the side of the street. It scared me because it didn’t belong. I thought there was someone in it and felt threatened. I told my friend on the phone that I was walking back to the house. He immediately drove up. He never saw the truck. I was so close to it I could have reached out and touched it.
Submitted by Joan.
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