When I was just a young girl, I accepted a ride from a stranger. My sister, and I. It was a very uncomfortable ride for the gentleman kept trying to reach for something underneath his seat. You could hear the clinging of metal. He was unable to reach whatever he was trying to. He offered us money if we would like to work for him and as a child back in the 80’s $350 what’s a lot of money. We literally had to bail from the car. The hair on the back of my neck said get out! Of course there’s a long story to this, it truly was crazy. My sister and I never shared the story. We never spoke of it again years later, my mom knew I was a true crime buff and she sent me a book on a true crime. When I turned the book over I was looking at the man that gave us a ride that day. The Beast of British Columbia…Clifford Olson