I asked a psychopathic axe murderer if he had a knife - and he did!

[Lucidly Dreaming]

A few years ago, I drove up to the Lake District to see friends. One of my
friends was going out with a girl from my town, Helen, so I took her with
me. Helen was pregnant, although at the time she didn't know. We visited our
friends, and after a couple of days, we were heading home.
It was very late. We were driving down a secluded road, seemingly miles from
civilization. I had noticed the fuel gauge was low for quite some time. I
didn't think to mention it to Helen, as I figured it was unnecessary for
both of us to worry. As we drove, I was constantly looking out for a petrol
station, or at least some signs of life. Neither materialized. I felt the
car starting to chugg. "We've run out of petrol!" I exclaimed. Helen, who
was blissfully unaware of our predicament, said we had better keep an eye
out for a petrol station before we run out. I informed her that I had been
'keeping an eye out' for the last 20 minutes and that now we were completely
out.
The engine stopped.
I automatically depressed the clutch (I have broken down many times before)
and we freewheeled down the hill. I noticed a turning at the bottom of the
hill, so I turned into it.
This road was very dark, no street lights around here. Our momentum took us
far enough to find a patch of grass by the side of the road, where we
stopped.
We sat in silence for a few seconds.
"What are we gonna do?" Helen asked.
I suggested she wait in the car while I would set out to try and find a
petrol station. She didn't fancy staying in the car alone, so she decided to
come with me. Luckily there was a torch and a petrol can in my car.
We set off up the road. There was a junction up ahead. Helen suggested we
turn left, but I had a strange feeling we should go right. We followed my
instincts and turned right. We must have been walking for around half an
hour, when we noticed some lights at the top of the hill. Our pace quickened
as we neared our goal.
Soon, we were walking through a small village. We could see a petrol station
sign up ahead. We started to laugh, the relief of finding petrol must have
released some endorphines into our brains. Suddenly, our joy turned to
horror. The petrol station was shut!
We were in a bit of a daze. A car drove towards us, so I flagged it down. It
was a taxi. We asked the lady driver where the nearest open petrol station
was. She told us she would take us there for free, as we only had enough
money for petrol. The endorphines kicked in again.
We began to relax, knowing we would soon have petrol. I would go so far as
to say we were enjoying the taxi ride. I smiled at Helen and she managed to
smile back. After around 10 minutes we drove past our car. I gave Helen a
sheepish look and sunk into my seat a little.
We rounded a bend in the road and were greeted by the bright lights of a
24hr garage. Only a ten minute walk from our car. Me and my instincts.
We thanked our driver and away she drove. Helen began to fill the petrol can
and I went inside to pay. As I waited to pay, a man walked in. I got talking
to him and he said he had seen our car by the road and offered to drive us
back. I accepted.
I paid for the petrol and walked outside to Helen. She said we should hurry
as a strange man had been watching her while she filled the can. I told her
everything would be alright as we had got ourselves a lift.
The man drove up beside us. "You ready then?" - he asked. "Sure thing" - I
replied.
As I got in his car, a pale looking Helen whispered, "That's the man". I
gave her a shake of my head and she reluctantly joined me.
Our driver was a bearded guy in his fifties. He didn't really speak to us
during our short journey. I was however, receiving a constant barrage of
whispers from Helen. "I don't trust him" and "He's gonna kill us" were the
main themes of Helen's chatter.
The guy pulled over by the side of the road and parked in front of our car.
A relieved Helen frantically scrambled out of the car. I thanked the guy and
also got out of his car. Realizing I had no funnel to pour the petrol in, I
opened the boot and began to search. Helen joined me by the boot and
informed me that the 'axe murdering psychopath' hadn't moved and that he was
still parked in front of our car. I brushed her concerns off and continued
looking in the boot for some kind of funnel. I managed to find an empty
plastic pop bottle. This would do the job. I needed to cut it in half
though, but didn't have anything to cut it with.
A gobsmacked Helen looked on in disbelief as I walked over to the psychopath
and asked him if he had a knife.
He did have a knife and he cut the bottle in half for me. I returned to our
car and began filling the petrol. The guy was still there and to quell Helen's
worries, I said he was probably just staying there as his headlights were
enabling us to see what we were doing.
After filling up the car, we got in and I started the engine. Just as we
were setting off, the psychopath pulled up alongside and suggested we follow
him to another petrol station that was on our way, as the amount we had
would not get us home.
We rejoined the original road we were on before the breakdown. It was around
2am and the only cars about were ours, and the psychopathic axe murderers in
front.
Helen continued to voice her concerns as we followed his car. "Don't follow
him when he turns off, just keep driving!" - she said.
The man began to indicate. We could see him inside his car pointing for us
to follow him. I switched my indicator on. A road veered off up ahead. As
the guy in front began to veer off onto the new road, we too began to veer.
Then, at the last minute when the guy had joined the new road, we switched
lanes and stayed on the original road.
We began to nervously laugh as we made what seemed to be our desperate
escape from a certain 'locked in a makeshift dungeon in this guys cellar'
type scenario.
Needless to say, we survived our journey and lived to tell the tale.
Just another one of my many amusing car breakdown incidents - and I do mean
many!

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