I think it was in 1972, I was walking home from the bus stop after school, and someone stopped to offer me a ride. He’d pulled his car off the road and was leaning across the front seat to open the passenger door. I looked at him, stammered some excuse about my house being very close by, so I didn’t need a ride, and backed away. A look of incredible, absolute rage came over his face, and he slammed the door and pealed out, kicking up dust and rocks behind his car.
A few days later, a picture was printed in the newspaper, asking if anyone had seen a particular car. A 15 year old girl, hitchhiking, had gotten into the car and no one knew where she was. I don’t know why someone had taken a picture, but it was the same car I had seen. Her body was found about a year later.
I told my friends at school that I had come face to face with the Zodiac... but in truth, I don’t know. I do know that the guy I saw was never caught.
The cops never found him but told her in all likelihood it was the Zodiac killer and that she was a very lucky girl.
That must be truly scary to know you came face to face with evil like that.