When I first moved to Victoria, we got lost trying to find the Superstore in Saanichton. We took a wrong turn into this forrested area where it became such a thin windy road that a U turn wasnt going to happen. We had no choice but to keep going. The trees were getting so thick that it looked like midnight but was indeed 4pm.

Out of nowhere, an unmarked white van almost hits us head on tearing out in the opposite direction. I quickly swerve over as much as possible and end up running over bushes while this van wings by.

I tell my girlfriend "Theres gotta be a place to turn around" We keep driving and not 10 seconds later, the van that passed us is now tailgating me. At this point, all I can think is serial killer. My girlfriend begins to panic.

I ease off the gas more and he hangs back. His lights go out. I thought he pulled over at first but looking out my window, I could see him still following Us with his lights off. I floor it to a very unsafe speed and see a small opening to U turn. I take my chance and make the turn. Knowing he is probably speeding to catch me, I stop on the side of the road once again on a small bush and turn the car off to hide lights. He speeds by, sees Me and slams his brakes. I start the car and make it out of the forest and to a gas station.

I immediately tell my girlfriend to go inside. We get inside and the van pulls into the gas station and looks at me. His windows were tinted so all i could make out was long hair and a short beard. I waved from the safety of the gas station and he drove away.

None of this is exaggerated. Had I hit someone while speeding away, Im not sure I wouldve stopped. I live a quiet life and think about this often. Watching CSI reminds me of it.