“Security” (true story)

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“Security” (true story)

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This happened to me approximately 3 years ago, I live in the middle of Michigan but where I was working as a side job was about 35 mins. North. This side job was security at a rowing marathon where tons of people gather to watch other people row about 150 miles. The night started off with ease me and the other young adults were chilling around waiting to start. Now to give a little background, I’m not a very threatening guy I am almost 5’6 and 130lbs, I was 21 at the time, but I am stocky for my stature. i was going to school to become a cop so I am tuning myself to watch out for anything that’s out of the ordinary, and I believe there are sadistic people out that “try” to blend in but fail. Anyways while all of the other volunteers were waiting to get our shirts and to get into our teams. I had noticed a guy that kept driving by in an old station wagon with a tanish color. And while he was driving he was just staring, I don’t know who at but every time he noticed me staring he would speed up. As the guy left for the 3rd time I figured he was just lost and was too embarrassed to ask for help so I just normally shrugged it off. As we got our feminine looking shirts and we got into teams, my team consisted of me another guy, and 2 girls. The shift that we were working were 4:00pm to 4:00 am. Our team was the first ones to close the first bridge out of 3 others so I figured we weren’t going see a lot of drunks to start off. We had to drive out to the bridge at 8:00pm and it was about 6:45 so we all had time to watch the announcing of the racers, as we were leaving I see the same guy in the same station wagon staring at my group as he was driving by. By this time my nerves tensed up and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. 

This guy wasn’t here for the racers he was here for something more sinister and that target was soon to be my group. Later on we got to our bridge, the creepy guy surpassed my thoughts and was forgotten and we were split up soon again into 2 small groups with me and the other guy named Cody and the 2 girls at each end of our bridge. There were cops nearby so I wasn’t too worried about dealing with drunken assholes, and at my regular jobs I deal with adults that are assholes and complaining about them not getting enough food. As we were instructed us security sentries were supposed to allow people with passes through the cones to the bridge and the people that don’t had to turn around. Cody and I got a few dicks throughout the time and honestly I was enjoying myself, it wasn’t bad it was something new to me. But the feeling vanished like a magician when I saw the same station wagon… I asked him if he had a pass and he replied with an devilish grin “My Son’s house is just after the bridge, there is a hot tub and other arcade games within it, I am just house sitting” and I simply replied “i'm sorry sir the whole bridge is blocked off” and he quickly answered with “OH come please, let an old man like me through, I can pay you in beer or whatever you want if you let me through” me being the person I am with it being a different circumstance I wasn’t going to pass up free beer by no means but with this sketchy old fucker talking to me as if I’m a male-prostitution. My brain was screaming “HELL NO!” but I simply responded (because I had to be nice) “I’m sorry sir you are just going to have to turn around”. Now with the grin replace with a nasty scowl he said “Ok then, I’ll just try later”. Which from this response gave me goosebumps and I rarely get those. I didn’t see the guy any later for that part on the bridge. Finally, we got done, cleaned up and headed out to our final post, the Dam that was more south of the start line. Our task was to stand in a line and made sure spectators didn’t get in the way as the rowers raced through to get to the bottom of the damn. And with my luck the sick son of a bitch was there, in the crowd, watching, me, he gave me a creepy ass smile. After all the spectators left, and all the security members were heading down to the cars, we had to take a trail separate of the spectators. I was the last one because I forgot I had to get my sweater off because I was sweating like a hog. I was using my light on my IPhone and looking at my screen from all the missed texts I got and trying to navigate up the trail. When all of a sudden I was tackled, thrown from my feet onto the grown where the figure tried to subdue my mouth so no one would hear me scream but me being a wrestler that I am, my natural reflexes and drills came into effect (granted that it was high school wrestling that I was good at) it was enough combat to where I felt comfortable with in everyday life. As it was trying to cover my mouth I heard a pop of a knife sliding out of its handle. Quickly I tried and succeeded on knocking away the knife, we both scrambled on trying to get it, I failed, he thrusted the knife I sidestepped just enough he missed and I punched him in the jaw, he went down “I’m going to kill you for that, you little shit” I heard from the darkness. With my adrenaline pumping I didn’t say anything in response, all I knew is that my life might end tonight. I was distracted by my name being called from the distance and a few lights shining, once again I was tackled, this time I was trying to get choked with him and one knee on my chest. I quickly punched him in the stomach with my fist, with him gasping for air I felt a sharp pain above my lip but none of that mattered as I pushed him off and grabbed my phone to wave at my friends as my light shines through the darkness. As i turned to look at whoever was trying to kill me. the lighit was enough to illuminate it’s face and iit was the guy that I have been seeing all that day. I quickly got up and ran to go get my friends leaving the guy gasping for air and I was greeted by laughter and “what the fuck happened to you” I quickly explain the story and we all ran back to go capture the creepy fuck but all that was found was the knife that had my blood on it from my upper lip. Since the cops were at the start directing traffic we quickly got one, I gave my statement and was patched up by the EMS. The cut wasn’t bad not enough for stitches, i have a scar from it till this day. The cops haven’t found the guy yet, but with thousands of people being their he probably blended in with the crowd and fled. So creepy, sadistic guy if you are hearing this, I wish i can finish what i had started. Sincerely the little shit

Submitted October 13, 2018 at 02:34PM by lil_kiaayo

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