Biker Stopped To Help Girl With A Flat Tire But Caught Something In Car’s Trunk Which Terrified Him

I saw the white sedan on the side of Highway 42 at 11 PM, hazards blinking weakly in the darkness.

At first, I was going to keep riding—it was late, I was tired, and I still had forty miles to get home. But then I saw her in my headlight as I passed.

A teenage girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen, crouched by the rear tire with a tire iron in her hands. She was crying. And she kept looking over her shoulder at the dark woods behind her like something was coming.

I’ve been riding for thirty-eight years. I’m sixty-three years old, a retired firefighter, and I’ve seen enough scared people to recognize pure terror. This girl wasn’t just frustrated about a flat tire. She was absolutely terrified.

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