A Stranger Saved Me From a Serial Killer

At midnight, the narrator was leaving the university campus after working late in the photography lab. They had been developing photos for a project their tutor had given them, and had left the photos to develop overnight. As they walked back to the car park, they saw a man in his early forties walking towards them. The man was angry and he asked what the narrator was doing.

The other man, who smelled the narrator's hair, embraced the narrator and whispered that the man had a knife. The narrator was relieved and asked if they should call someone. The man suggested they call the University and report the man. The narrator agreed and gave the man directions to his car, a blue BMW.

The narrator called the University and was put through to security. He described the man as a student at the university and thanked them for the close encounter. The narrator was grateful for the help and the man smiled back at her.

As they drove to her parent's house, the narrator's shoulders relaxed and she thanked the man for helping her escape. The story highlights the importance of being prepared for potential danger and the importance of being aware of one's surroundings.

A man named Charlie called to help his mother, who had fallen over again. He assured her that she would be fine as long as she didn't move. He suggested they go to a taxi from their place, but the man was agitated and didn't want to leave her alone.

As they drove away, they saw a car race past them and followed. The man was nervous and thought someone was following them. He checked the rear view and pulled down side streets, then squealed into another one. He was mostly silent for the rest of the drive, except for small grunts he made when he changed direction quickly.

The man with the knife was likely not going to want the woman to get away. He pulled into a makeshift driveway, where an old woman shouted from inside the house. She asked Charlie how he got himself back in the chair, and the man apologized, saying she had dementia. The old woman scolded him and offered to call a taxi for Charlie.

Charlie disappeared into the kitchen, and Sally asked what she was doing with her son. She explained that Charlie saved her today and that she would want to go upstairs like all the other women. She turned to the kitchen and shouted, "When are you going to get married?" She wanted a granddaughter.

Charlie returned with a mug of tea, and Sally whispered, "What's going on?" She heard sounds of scratching from the front door. Charlie turned off the living room light, and Sally hid in a small ball. Charlie turned off the living room light, and Sally heard his mother whine.

Charlie peaked around the net curtains, and apart from his wailing mother, it was silent. Sally asked if it was Charlie, and Charlie replied, "I think it's him." The woman was more than aware of the situation and tried to hide in a small ball, but Charlie was still trying to get in.

After a few minutes he calmed down. Softly he asked, "Why didn't you listen to me?" Why did you hug him?”

"He said you had a knife." He shook his head.

"I was trying to help you. It didn't feel like it. What did you do to Charlie?

“What I had to,” he hit the steering wheel, “I never you