Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2023 14:16:53 GMT -5
It was the fall of 1980 and mom had moved us from Atlanta, GA to the metropolis of Stanford, MT. It was a very small town. I played on the High School's Basketball team. A interesting endeavor to say the least.
Our team had a game scheduled to play in Centerville, MT. Another metropolis you may never notice unless you're lost. The game was long since won when I noticed girl looking my direction. Long story short, I got her number and promised to call. That call came the next day when we made plans to see each other following week-end when I went up and see her. It was about an hour drive, but for a young broncing buck, it was nothing.
She had told me not to pick up any hitchhikers, and we both laughed. She later said she was serious and made me promise, She promised to tell me why when we saw each other. When I arrived, I met her parents, and discussed my plans. I'm not sure that's something that's done anymore, but it was then, and I did.
I had her show me around her town, not that I couldn't see it from her porch, but it gave us some alone time. Back at her place we sat on the porch and talked. It was here where she began to tell me a tale of why I should never pick up hitchhikers near Centerville, MT.
She tells me that back in her parents high school days a girl on prom night got dumped by her date on the outskirts of town and that she was hitchhiking to get home before her parents found out. She was picked up and killed. It took months just to find the body. A stranger ended up confessing to the murder as he recalled how she looked in her dress.
Fast forward a few years and a young man was driving into Centerville one night when he sees a young girl in a dress hitchhiking. He picks her up and drives her home. Feeling he had made a connection he stopped back the next day to learn the house was empty and was the house of the young girl that had been murdered.
He left a little freaked out, but safe.
I don't know it that story is 100% true, but what I do know is that on my drive into Centerville, there was a girl hitchhiking. I never told her.
Our team had a game scheduled to play in Centerville, MT. Another metropolis you may never notice unless you're lost. The game was long since won when I noticed girl looking my direction. Long story short, I got her number and promised to call. That call came the next day when we made plans to see each other following week-end when I went up and see her. It was about an hour drive, but for a young broncing buck, it was nothing.
She had told me not to pick up any hitchhikers, and we both laughed. She later said she was serious and made me promise, She promised to tell me why when we saw each other. When I arrived, I met her parents, and discussed my plans. I'm not sure that's something that's done anymore, but it was then, and I did.
I had her show me around her town, not that I couldn't see it from her porch, but it gave us some alone time. Back at her place we sat on the porch and talked. It was here where she began to tell me a tale of why I should never pick up hitchhikers near Centerville, MT.
She tells me that back in her parents high school days a girl on prom night got dumped by her date on the outskirts of town and that she was hitchhiking to get home before her parents found out. She was picked up and killed. It took months just to find the body. A stranger ended up confessing to the murder as he recalled how she looked in her dress.
Fast forward a few years and a young man was driving into Centerville one night when he sees a young girl in a dress hitchhiking. He picks her up and drives her home. Feeling he had made a connection he stopped back the next day to learn the house was empty and was the house of the young girl that had been murdered.
He left a little freaked out, but safe.
I don't know it that story is 100% true, but what I do know is that on my drive into Centerville, there was a girl hitchhiking. I never told her.