My husband and I stopped to get gas when a gas station attendant approached me and handed me a note: “Run away from him, tell him you’re going to the restroom, and then leave…” 😨😨
My husband and I stopped to get gas when a gas station attendant approached me and handed me a note: “Run away from him, tell him you’re going to the restroom, and then leave…”
My husband and I had been driving on the highway for several hours. He was irritated and said little, and I tried not to start conversations—he’d become different lately.
When the gas gauge neared zero, we stopped at the nearest gas station. My husband got out, and I stayed in the car.
A minute later, an attendant in a blue uniform approached the window and politely asked me to get out so he could sign a receipt.
I took the paper from his hands and noticed it wasn’t a receipt. The note was written briefly and clearly:
“Run away from him. Say you’re going to the restroom, and leave. Quickly.” 😨
At first, I thought it was a stupid joke. But when I looked up at the man in uniform, he shook his head slightly and pointed at my husband. That’s when I realized exactly what the attendant meant, and I ran away from my husband in terror. 🫣😱 Continued in the first comment 👇 👇
My husband and I stopped to get gas when the attendant approached me and handed me a note: “Run away from him, say you’re going to the restroom, and leave…”
At that moment, I noticed a stain on my husband’s sleeve that looked like blood.
And in the trunk, which he had just opened, there were also red stains.
My heart started pounding. I forced out a choked murmur:
“I’m… going to the restroom.”
My husband nodded, not looking at me. I walked toward the gas station, trying to walk calmly.
And inside, the same employee was already waiting for me, phone in hand.
He whispered:
“We’ve called the police. Just don’t go back to the car.”
My husband and I stopped to fill up when the employee approached me and handed me a note: “Run away from him, tell him you’re going to the restroom, and then leave…”
A few minutes later, the station was surrounded by patrol officers. My husband was detained right at the pump, and I still couldn’t believe this was happening to me.
Later, the same employee approached me and quietly said:
“I saw him here a few days ago. He was with another woman.”
And then… I recognized her from the news. She had gone missing. And then I realized—tonight, the same fate awaited me.
