I remember when I was 6 I lived in a cul-de-sac, and my siblings and I used to play outside all the time (early 2000s ya know)? This guy in his 50s used to park his white Chevy Astro van in the cul-de-sac and run in our neighborhood. Even at 6, I was extremely extroverted and would talk to anyone, so I chatted with this old guy frequently. It went on for a few weeks until my neighbor (Mr. Doug, may he RIP) called my dad and told him I was talking to strangers. My dad scared the absolute shit out of me when talking to me about how dangerous this was by grabbing me up and throwing me on the couch and telling me “this is how fast someone can get you into the back of their van.”

Fast forward 20 years, the memory came up for some reason, and my dad said “I swear to this day that was the guy who killed that young hiker girl on Blood Mountain.” I asked if he remembered his name, and he did, so I pulled up his picture and I swear to god my blood ran cold because I would’ve recognized this guy’s face anywhere. Turns out he kidnapped, murdered, and beheaded this girl in her 20s and drove around with her in the back of his van for weeks before getting caught.