“I worked at a small gas station in my small town when I was in my late teens. I was stocking sodas around back in the storage room. A man startled me then apologized. He asked me for directions to Washington DC. I gave him the best directions I could. I sent him toward Philadelphia. He thanked me and went to his car. There was a kid about my age sitting in the passenger seat. He gave me the evilest stare I’ve ever seen.

They pulled off and I forgot about it and got back to work. I remember watching the news sometime later when they arrested the DC snipers. It was them for sure. Sent chills through my spine. I’m glad they spared me. I’ve only told a few people because I’m afraid people won’t believe me. It still makes me feel a bit uncomfortable when I think about it.”