4 Disturbing Adbuction Scary Stories

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1:03Every day there's a new headline, a new highlight, a new moment you've got to see for yourself. That's why I stay locked in with the Bleacher Report app. For me, it's about staying connected to my sports. I could follow the teams I care about, get real-time scores, breaking news, and highlights all in one place. But download the Bleacher Report app today so you never miss a moment. So this happened a few years ago. I was working late at a restaurant, busing tables to make extra cash while I was in community college. This particular night, the restaurant was packed, and I didn't get off until almost 2am. I lived about 20 minutes away, and public transit wasn't running that late, so I did what I always did. I requested a ride using one of those ride-sharing apps. The app pinged a driver pretty quickly.

2:04His name was listed as Mike, and the picture was just some generic silhouette, which wasn't too weird. I figured he just wanted to keep his privacy. He was driving a black sedan, and the license plate matched what the app showed. I hopped in the passenger seat, said hello, and smelled this overwhelming wave of cheap cologne, like the kind you get for 10 bucks at a drugstore. Mike barely acknowledged me. He just nodded, kept his eyes on the road, and the car smelled even stronger of the cologne once the door was closed. Red flag number one, but I was tired and just wanted to get home. The ride started normally. We drove in silence for a few minutes, which was fine by me, then he started making these weird turns. Turns that definitely weren't on the fastest route to my apartment. I asked him, hey, I think you might have missed the turn onto Elm Street, that's usually the quickest way. He didn't answer, just kept driving.

3:04I asked again, a little louder this time. Mike, you okay? You missed my turn. Still nothing. He just stared straight ahead, gripping the steering wheel like his life depended on it. He was pale too, like he hadn't seen the sun in weeks, and his hair was greasy and hanging in his face. At this point, I was starting to freak out. I pulled out my phone, pretending to check a text, but really I was ready to call 911. We were heading further and further away from the city, out into these dark, winding country roads. There weren't any street lights, just the headlights cutting through the darkness. I noticed a faint, sweet smell mixed in with the cologne, almost like almonds. I am a hobbyist perfumier in my free time, so naturally, I am very sensitive to smells. Another thing I noticed was that he had one of those air freshener trees hanging from his rearview mirror, but it was turned backwards, like he didn't want anyone to see what kind it was.

4:05That's when things got really scary. He suddenly sped up as he floored it, and the car lurched forward. I yelled, what the hell are you doing? Stop the car. He ignored me. I reached over to try to grab the steering wheel, but he swatted my hand away. I tried to unlock the door, but the doors were locked. I realized I was in serious trouble. We were flying down this deserted road, going way too fast. I started screaming, begging him to stop. He finally turned to me, and his eyes were just blank, like there was no one home. He didn't say anything. He just stared at me with this empty, unsettling gaze. Then he reached into his jacket pocket. I thought he was going to pull out a weapon, but rather, he pulled out a small vial. He uncorked it and took a deep sniff. The sweet, almond smell intensified, mixed with the awful cologne. I immediately recognized the smell of cyanide.

5:06It was faint but unmistakable, and then it hit me, the backward air freshener. He probably had it soaking in something to mask the smell of whatever else was in the car. He started to get erratic after inhaling the cyanide, and his driving became even more unstable and hazardous. Suddenly, he tried to grab my phone, but I fought back. In the midst of the struggle, the car went sideways at a very high speed and went off-road. The car ran into a ditch and came to a stop after a very bumpy ride. The crash airbag inflated immediately. I pushed the airbag away from me and tried to escape as the car's broken glass was everywhere around me. I managed to kick open the damaged passenger door. He was still sitting in the driver's seat, dazed and confused. I didn't wait around to see what he would do. I just ran. I ran as fast as I could, into the darkness, praying he wouldn't follow me. I ran for what felt like forever, until I saw a light in the distance.

6:10Turned out to be a farmhouse. I ran to the door and pounded on it until someone answered. An elderly couple came to the door, looking confused and concerned. I frantically explained what had happened, and they let me in and called the police. The police arrived and I gave them a statement. They found the car a few miles away. Mike was gone. They never caught him. After a while, the police called me back. They checked the status of the car, and they discovered that the black sedan that was on the app was stolen, and the license plate was fake as well. The police suspected that what happened was a failed abduction attempt. As they found a rope in the car that might have been used to tie me, I got a restraining order just in case. That guy could still be out there, and I changed my routine, my number, and I moved to another state. I still order ride shares, but I am very careful now, checking the driver's information and making sure someone knows where I am. And I always trust my gut. If something feels wrong, I cancel the ride.

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9:19Plus, it paid the bills that I was saving up to take some online classes in computer programming. One particular night I was scheduled to close. The weather had been getting progressively worse throughout the evening. By 10 o'clock, the rain was coming down in sheets, and the wind was howling. I was starting to think about how I'd get home. Since I lived a good 30 minutes away and public transport wasn't really an option that late. Then, just as I was locking up around 10.30 pm, my car wouldn't start. I tried a few times, but nothing. Just a pathetic clicking sound. The battery was dead. I was entirely stranded with no one to call. I didn't have any friends or relatives living nearby, and I honestly felt a little hopeless. I stood there in the rain, trying to figure out what to do. When a truck pulled up beside me, it was an older model pickup kind of beat up with a loud engine. The driver rolled down the window and asked if I needed help. Now, I know what you're thinking.

10:21Red flags everywhere. But honestly, I was desperate, and the guy seemed normal enough. He was an older guy maybe in his late 50s with a kind face. He had on a baseball cap over his dark, oily hair, and a plaid shirt. He introduced himself as Dale. He said he saw me struggling with my car, and since it was pouring rain, he offered me a ride home. I hesitated for a moment, but the rain was getting worse, and I didn't see any other options. I figured I could always call a cab from my place in the worst case. So I accepted his offer. I told Dale where I lived, and he said he knew the area well. The drive started normally. We talked about the weather, my job, and just general small talk. He told me he was a mechanic and worked at a garage a few towns over, that explained the truck. Things were casual until the conversation shifted to the theme I had noticed on the walls of his truck, which was taxidermyed animals, mostly squirrels, and birds.

11:21This made me uneasy as I really hate taxidermy, and it feels very unnatural. As we were driving, Dale started asking more personal questions. He wanted to know if I lived alone, if I had a boyfriend, and what my daily routine was like. I started feeling really uncomfortable, but tried to play it cool, and be vague about my answers. I mentioned that my brother sometimes stayed with me, hoping that would deter him. Then he made a wrong turn. Instead of going straight on the main road towards my place, he turned on to a dark, occluded dirt road, saying there was a shortcut. That's when my stomach dropped. There was no shortcut. I knew this area, and that road led to nowhere but the dense forest. I asked him where he was going, and he just chuckled and said, trust me, it's faster this way. His tone had completely changed. It wasn't friendly anymore. It became sinister. The inside of the truck was becoming dark as the road was increasingly surrounded by

12:24tall trees. I saw a glimpse of a roll of duct tape on the passenger seat. I started panicking. I reached for my phone to call 911, but he saw me and swatted my hand away, and my phone tumbled between the seats. I knew I had to act fast. As he slowed down to navigate a sharp bend in the road, I saw my chance. I unbuckled my seatbelt, braced myself, and yanked the steering wheel as hard as I could. The truck swerved violently, crashing into a ditch on the side of the road. The impact wasn't too severe, but it was enough to disorient Dale. I scrambled out of the passenger side door and started running through the woods. I could hear him yelling behind me, but I didn't stop. I ran as fast as I could, dodging trees and branches, until I reached a main road. I flagged down a passing car, a young couple, and they looked terrified when they saw my frantic state. They didn't know what to think.

13:24I quickly explained what happened and begged them to take me to the nearest police station. They agreed, and I finally felt the sliver of safety. I reported everything to the police. They took my statement, and after that, they went to investigate the scene. They found Dale's truck in the ditch, just as I described. He was gone. They searched the woods and the surrounding area, but they never found him. The police took the matter seriously. They increased patrols in my neighborhood and advised me to take extra precautions. I moved out a few weeks later. I just couldn't stay there anymore. The thought of him knowing where I lived, knowing my routine was too much to bear. The police never officially confirmed or denied that it was a potential instance of planned abduction, but what Dale had been planning to do with me was obvious. I still think about it sometimes, about how close I came to something terrible. I'm more cautious now, more aware of my surroundings. I never accept rides from strangers, no matter how desperate I am, and I learn the hard

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16:31campus life for a bit. The work itself was fine, mostly data collection, tracking wildlife populations, and helping with habitat restoration projects. The problem was the isolation that the nearest town was about an hour's drive, and the cabin where the interns were staying was even further out. There was no cell service, and the internet was spotty at best. After a couple of weeks, I started to feel really isolated. One night, I decided I needed a break. I told the other interns I was going for a drive to grab some snacks from the town general store. Even if it was late, they didn't seem too phased, mostly just wrapped up in their own things. I hopped in my beat-up Honda Civic and took off down the long winding gravel road. It was late November, so it was cold, and there was already a layer of frost on the ground. The sky was clear, and the stars were incredible. The drive was actually pretty nice for a while, therapeutic even, and the roads were empty. I was listening to a podcast and trying to pay attention to the turns, which were sometimes

17:35hard to spot at night on the unmarked roads. About halfway to town, I realized I was running low on gas. I hadn't been paying attention to the fuel gauge, and now it was definitely in the red zone. I knew there was a gas station a bit further down on the edge of town, so I figured I could make it. I finally rolled into the gas station, relieved but anxious. It was one of those old-fashioned ones, the kind that looks like it hasn't been updated since the 70s. Only one pump was lit up, and the building looked pretty rundown. As I started filling up my tank, I noticed the attendant inside. He was standing behind the counter, staring directly at me. He was a tall, skinny guy with long, greasy dark hair and a really unsettling grin, and it made me feel very uncomfortable. It wasn't a pleasant smile. It was more like he knew something I didn't, and it made me uneasy. When I went inside to pay, he didn't say a word. He just kept staring at me with that same creepy grin.

18:35I paid for the gas, grabbed a couple of candy bars, and practically ran back to my car. As I pulled away, I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw him still standing there, watching me. The rest of the drive to town was uneventful, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I picked up my snacks and started heading back to the cabin. On the way back, I decided to take a different route. It was a slightly longer way, but I'd never driven it before, and I figured it would be more interesting than the same old gravel road. About halfway along this new road, I saw something up ahead. It was a car parked on the side of the road, and a figure was standing in front of it. As I got closer, I realized it was the gas station attendant. He was just standing there, staring at my car, his arms crossed. I immediately felt a surge of panic dot what was he doing out here? How did he even know I was going this way? I remember not wanting confrontation at all.

19:37I sped up trying to get past him as quickly as possible. As I drove by, he stepped out into the road, forcing me to swerve to narrowly avoid hitting him. His grin was even wider now, almost manic. I didn't stop. I floored it, not wanting to be anywhere near him. I kept checking my rearview mirror, but he wasn't following me. I eventually made it back to the cabin, shaken but unharmed. I didn't tell the other interns what had happened. I didn't want them to think I was crazy, and plus I wanted to avoid scaring them because we were very isolated there. I just tried to forget about it and get some sleep. The next day, I went back to the gas station to try to figure out what was going on. But when I got there, the place was closed. The pumps were shut off, and there was a sign on the door that said, closed for repairs. I asked around in town. But nobody seemed to know anything about the gas station or the attendant. Some people said they'd never even seen it before.

20:40A few days later, I was talking to one of the locals about the area. He was an older guy who had lived there his whole life. I casually mentioned the gas station incident, and his face turned pale. He told me that years ago there was a guy who worked at that gas station. He was suspected of being involved in several abductions in the area, but they never had enough evidence to arrest him. The gas station had been closed down after the disappearance has stopped. He then told me the chilling part. There had been another abduction reported in the area that morning. A young woman is driving home late at night. Her car was found abandoned a few miles from where I had seen the gas station attendant. That's when it hit me dot the gas station attendant knew about my abduction. He was waiting for me that night, and I had unknowingly driven right into his trap. His grin felt colder than the November air precisely as he knew I was being lured by the gas shortage and my car was running empty. I reported everything to the police, and they started an inquiry.

21:44They never found the gas station attendant, and the woman who was abducted was never found either. I finished the internship, but I never went back to that part of Minnesota. I still think about that night sometimes, and I always wonder what would have happened if I had taken a different route, or if I had needed gas. It's a reminder that sometimes the scariest things in life are the ones that seem the most ordinary. The Bleacher Report app is your destination for sports. Right now, the NBA is heating up, March Bandis is here, and MLB is almost back. Every day there's a new headline, a new highlight, a new moment you've got to see for yourself. That's why I stay locked in with the Bleacher Report app. For me, it's about staying connected to my sports. I could follow the teams I care about, get real-time scores, breaking news, and highlights all in one place.

22:44Get out of the Bleacher Report app today so you never miss a moment. I was driving back from a friend's wedding in upstate New York. It was late, probably around 1am, and I was tired, about an hour into the drive, nearing Binghamton. My car just started making this awful clunking noise, then it died completely. I pulled over to the side of the highway, put on my hazards, and tried to start it again, but nothing, just clicking. I called AAA, and they told me it would be at least an hour, maybe longer, before they could get someone out to me. Great, I was in the middle of nowhere, no cell service to speak of, and completely alone. I decided to just wait in the car, hoping no one would mess with me. After maybe 20 minutes, I saw headlights approaching in my rear-view mirror.

23:48A pickup truck pulled up behind me, which made me nervous. A guy got out, and he was tall and pretty skinny, wearing a worn-out baseball cap and a really dirty flannel shirt. His hair was long, greasy, and dark. He walked up to my window, and I rolled it down a crack. He asked if I was okay, and I told him my car had broken down. He said he knew a little about cars and asked if he could take a look. I hesitated, I really didn't want him snooping around, but what choice did I have? I got out of the car, and he started poking around under the hood. He didn't really seem to know what he was doing, just yanking on wires and stuff. After a few minutes, he straightened up and said it looked like the alternator was shot. He said it was a pretty big job, and I wouldn't be able to fix it on the side of the road. Then he offered me a ride. He said he was headed in the same direction as me, and could drop me off at a motel a few miles down the road. I was really hesitant. He gave me the creeps, but I was also stranded and freezing.

24:51The AAA guy was going to take at least another 40 minutes to come rescue my car. Against my better judgment, I accepted. I figured a quick ride to a motel was safer than waiting alone on the side of the highway. I grabbed my person phone, locked my car, and got into his truck. The inside of the truck was revolting. It smelled like stale cigarettes and something else I couldn't quite place, something like roadkill. There were empty beer cans and fast food wrappers all over the floor. The guy didn't say anything as we drove. He just stared straight ahead, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. After a few minutes, I asked him how much further the motel was. He didn't answer. I asked again louder this time. He just grunted and kept driving. I started to get really nervous. I noticed that we hadn't passed any signs for motels, or even any buildings at all. The road had become narrow and bumpy, and we seemed to be going further and further into the woods.

25:52I asked him where we were going, and he finally spoke. He said, just a little detour. His voice was raspy and low, and it sent shivers down my spine. I told him to stop the car that I wanted to get out. He ignored me. At that point, I started to panic. I reached for the door handle, but he grabbed my arm. Hard. He told me not to do that, or I would regret it. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. Then he turned off the main road onto an even smaller dirt path, basically swallowed by trees. We drove another mile or so, getting bounced around until he pulled up to an old rundown shack in a clearing. The place looked totally abandoned. He cut the engine and turned to me. He said, we're here. My heart was pounding. I reached for my phone to call 911, but he snatched it out of my hand and threw it out the window. He said he had been watching me on the side of the road.

26:52He said he knew that my car had broken down, and he said that he could help me. But that first I needed to do what he told me to. I tried to open the door and run, but he grabbed me again. He dragged me out of the truck and towards the shack. I was screaming and kicking, but no one could hear me out here. My mind was racing. I thought I was about to become another statistic, another missing person. I was about to be a victim of abduction. This was how my story was going to finish. As he fumbled with the lock on the shack door, I saw my chance. He loosened his grip on my arm for just a second, and I twisted away. I ran as fast as I could, back towards the road. He yelled after me, but I didn't look back. I ran all the way back to the main road, maybe two miles. I didn't stop until I saw headlights in the distance. It was a state trooper. I flagged him down and told him everything. The police searched the area, but they never found the guy or the shack.

27:53My phone was gone. My car was towed to a mechanic, and they confirmed that the alternator was shot. I gave the police a description of the guy in his truck, but they never found him. I still think about it all the time. What if I hadn't seen that state trooper? What if he had gotten me inside that shack? It makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about it. I am thankful I didn't get hurt. I am thankful I got away. I am thankful I am still alive. I never drive alone at night anymore, and I definitely don't accept rides from strangers.