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When I was twenty years old (so six years ago) I worked as a delivery girl for a pretty popular pizzeria in my area. Initially, I worked the late morning to mid-afternoon shift, but when the guy who delivered for the night shift ended up getting fired due to him losing his license because of a DUI, I was placed on the night shift since my boss hired a family friend who could only work my shift for whatever reason.
I really didn’t want this shift because you never know if people who order late at night actually want a pizza or if they have other intentions in mind. Unfortunately, my boss was an a^$#ole and essentially told me if I wasn’t willing to work the night shift I was fired. I wasn’t exactly in a position where I could be out of work albeit temporarily so I reluctantly worked the shift. The first month of this shift went by without any issues until I had to deliver a pizza to a house that just barely made our delivery radius.
I punched it in on my GPS and the house was located in a pretty suburban part of the city. I arrive and it’s about 11 P.M. The block was extremely quiet, decently lit, and mostly littered with modern townhouses, but the house I delivered to was a duplex. I ring the doorbell and wait for about thirty seconds. No answer. I ring it again and wait another thirty seconds. Still no answer. I’m standing there getting pretty nervous that something’s about to go down, but thankfully a man opens the door. He looked like he was in his late 40s, he was pretty tall, maybe a little over six foot, and he was very skinny. I tell him his pizza is here and he just stands there staring at me.
I asked him if he was ok and he responded by saying: “Yeah I’m fine sorry. I got off work not too long ago and I’m zoning out a bit.” Fair enough I suppose. He hands me the money, I hand him the pizza, and as I’m making change he says: “You’re really beautiful you know that?” Not really thinking too much into it, I thanked him for the compliment and gave him his change. I said goodnight and he did too. I walked back to my car and finished my deliveries for the night. A few days later I got a delivery order to the same place.
I head over there around the same time as last time and ring the doorbell. He answered the door very excitedly and said: “Hey it’s you again! How are you?” I told him I was tired and can’t wait to go home to which he chuckled and said: “I know that feeling pretty well.” as he was pulling out his wallet. As he’s counting his money he asks me what my name is. Being kinda tired at this point and not really thinking straight I stupidly tell him my name.
As I’m making change he asks if he could have my number as he’d: “Love to hang out with someone as gorgeous as I am.” Woah buddy pump the brakes. I’ve literally only met this guy like twice to deliver a pizza. I had no idea who this guy was and I’m positive he barely knew who I was as well. Another thing to mention is that I looked way younger than I was at the time. I was told by numerous people that I still looked like I was fifteen and I was hoping he thought differently and wasn’t hitting on what he thought was a teenager.
I’m just standing there awkwardly for a few seconds before I muster out: “Sorry I have a boyfriend.” He gets upset and says: “Oh ok. I see.” We stand there in silence before I tell him to have a good night and walk back to my car. He says nothing and still stands at the doorway staring at me until he finally went back inside once I started my car. I got a pretty creepy vibe from this guy and even brought it up to my coworkers and they agreed it was pretty creepy. Except for my boss who overheard everything and claimed I was making up stories and trying to gain sympathy for having to take the shift. F&^%ing a&%h#@e…
A week later as I’m working the night shift and we get an order from the same guy again and this is when sh&t finally hits the fan. I arrive at the house at around 10:30 P.M. and keep in mind that from my perspective on the road, it didn’t look like a single light in that house was on. I get out of my car and I walk to the front door with the pizza box in my arms. As I’m approaching the door it quickly swings open to reveal the man except this time he was wearing a suit and I jumped back. He laughed and said: “Sorry if I scared you. I saw you out the window and figured I just opened the door now so that you wouldn’t have to ring the bell.”
I was getting scared because as I mentioned before, there were no lights on in the house so was he sitting in the dark this whole time? And if so, why? I nervously laugh and say it’s ok. He asked me if I liked his suit to which I said yes. He then asks me: “Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?” What. The. F%#k. I once again tell him I have a boyfriend to which he chuckles, gets close to me, and says: “Honey, there’s no way a girl your age is in a serious relationship. If you go on a date with me, I’ll show you how a real man treats a girl.” He grabs the pizza box from me and throws it to the side and grabs me by my arms HARD.
I’m officially shitting bricks at this point and trying not to cry from the fear that was overwhelming me. I start pleading with him: “Dude, please. I just want to go home. I don’t want to go on a date tonight.” He just stares at me with the most sinister look I’ve seen on someone’s face and says: “I don’t care. Get inside NOW! We’re gonna have a good time.” He starts trying to pull me into the house and I’m trying to resist as hard as I can. After a bit of struggling he lets go of one of my arms and starts grabbing something out of his pocket which I presumed was a knife.
I did something that to this day I am still thankful worked as he was doing that. I used my free arm to punch him as hard as I could in his stomach. This stuns him for a few seconds and he loosened his grip on me, allowing me to break free. I quickly run to my car and as I get in he runs at me and tries pulling me out of the car, holding the knife in the other arm and even yells: “Why are you making this so f&#^ing difficult?!?”. I grab a half-empty soda bottle I had in the cup holder and throw it and luckily it hits his head and he lets me go.
I slam the door and then all of a sudden he jumps right on the hood of my car and starts scratching and banging on my windshield with his knife. I put the car in reverse and quickly back out of the spot and quickly reversed down the road with him desperately trying to hold on. He’s banging on my hood screaming: “Stop the fu^&ing car!!!” I turn onto the next road as swiftly as possible and luckily he falls off the hood of my car. I slammed the gas as hard as I could to get as far away from that sick bast&%d as I could.
In my panicked state, I drove a couple blocks down the street and kept making turn after turn onto other side blocks as I feared I was being followed. Eventually, I reached a red light and I slammed on the brakes and just sat at the intersection frozen from what had just happened. I began crying and violently shaking as I was sitting there. It dawned on me that I came so close to losing my life and I couldn’t help but feel like I shouldn’t have been alive. Once the light turned green I pulled over to the side and just sat there crying.
Eventually, I got the energy to drive back to the pizzeria and almost immediately after I walked in, my coworker knew something was wrong after seeing me. I practically broke down in front of him and everyone else came to the front wondering what was going on. I fought my tears and explained everything that had just happened. My coworker comforted me and my boss surprised me and began apologizing profusely for what had happened and for putting me on the night shift. He took me into the office and handed me the phone to call the cops.
They arrive at the store and I give them my statement, as well as taking pictures of any marks on myself as well as scratches on my car from the encounter as evidence. My coworker followed behind me as I drove home and I collapsed on my bed and strangely enough, I managed to fall asleep. I quit my job the next day and luckily a friend of mine managed to hook me up with a new job at her clothing store.
As far as the psycho goes, two days later I received an update from the police. The entire duplex was owned by the guy’s brother who lived on the right side with his wife and the psycho lived on the left side of the duplex. I learned that he had been in and out of jail constantly at first for robberies and assaults, but later on, it was for sex crimes. He had been released from jail about five months before this encounter for having sex with a minor. When they arrived at the house, he was long gone and his family had no idea where he ran off to, but the police insisted they would find him.
And indeed they did albeit not alive. I spent the next two months in fear that he would find me and finish what he had in mind, but the police contacted me and updated me on the case. Apparently he fled to another city nearby and attempted to kidnap a teenager walking alone late at night on the street. Luckily somebody happened to be looking out the window at the right time, called the cops, and the police caught him trying to force her into his car.
He manages to flee and the police chase after him. He blew a red light near a busy boulevard and a van slammed right into the driver’s side of his car. By some sort of miracle, the driver of the van only sustained minor injuries while the psycho succumbed to his wounds long before the ambulance even arrived. I thanked the officers for everything they did and for informing me and I walked out of the station.
I walk down the street and I light up a cigarette as I’m taking in everything I had just been told. I don’t wish death on people, but after hearing about his death, I felt relieved. I felt relieved that he couldn’t hurt anyone anymore. I was relieved that I would never have to encounter him ever again and that I wouldn’t have to go through with charging him and reliving what happened that night. My last experience two years before this was scary, but I think this one takes the cake as being the scariest as I was alone and face to face with this psycho. Who knows where I’d be if he managed to pull me into his house.
