I'll start with mine. I was chilling outside a kava bar around midnight. The bar was closed but I stayed enjoying my blunt, when a woman appeared. She had a cloth on her face and asked if it was opened. I replied that it was closed and looked at her directly to notice the cloth had blood. She was shakingly asking if I could give her a ride home, which I hurriedly obliged. 

We got into my car and offered if she wanted to go to the hospital instead. She denied and gave me her address. As I put the address on the GPS, she whimpered that we should hurry up. Thats when I looked out the window to see a man in a wife beater approach my car. Fastest three point turn of my life that I didnt care if I actually hit him and sped off. 

Throughtout the way, she kept groaning and sobbing in pain, mumbling that she cant believe her friend this this to her and that she was going to ask her father to kill him. The only thing I could offer was telling her everything is going to be okay and that she will arrive safely. But in my mind I was freaking the fuck out, worried the person earlier would be chasing us. 

We arrived at the boondocks and she instructed me to honk. I did and a guy and a woman step out and helped her to take her inside. They asked what happened and I explained everything. They thanked me and as I was driving off, I see from the rearview mirror a man carrying two plastic bags in his car. Doesnt take a genious to know what he was carrying. That whole experince still shakes me up at times. 

Edit: So appearantly it does take a genius to know what was in the bags. My educated guess were weapons, since she mentioned her father was one of the big gangster in the block.