Was I Almost Kidnapped By A Guy With A Homemade Wooden Cage Built On The Back Of His Pickup Truck?
In the summer of 2021 my boyfriend and I were staying on Tulalip Indian Reservation. The house we were renting had terrible phone service. To get a signal we would have to walk or drive to the main road. It was about a mile walk down the hill. No street lights. Our relationship was very toxic. We fought all the time. And when we did he would take off and leave me at the house no car and not cell service. This was one of those times.
My boyfriend had been sitting in his truck listening to music. When I looked out the window his truck was gone. I walked down to the main road. That was usually where I would find him just parked there where he had phone service. Probably texting other girls.
He was not there so I started walking toward the gas station. And I am trying to call him. The gas station is another mile away. It is very dark. I think it was like midnight or 1 am. As I am walking an old blue pickup drives by and come to a stop about the equivalent of a block away. He doesn't say anything I can't even see him. The driver opens their door. A car comes toward us. He closes his door and drives off. I shrug it off. About 5 minutes later the truck comes back this time driving towards me on my side of the road. He is driving very slowly. The windows are so darkly tinted I cannot see the driver. I notice what I had thought was a canopy is actually made out of wood. Another car passes and he takes off fast again.
I turn around and start back to the house. Here comes the truck again. The wood thing looks like a cage or big wood box with a door. He again stops about a block away and pulls over and opens his door. And again when a car comes he takes off.
My boyfriend is not answering my calls. I am just getting back to the private road that heads up to the house. Here comes that damn truck again. I pass the road and keep walking. I don't want whoever this is to know what road I live on. I don't want to lose phone service. And once I start up that road there will be no traffic to scare him off. This time I start taking pictures of him. I wish I still had that phone that I took those pictures on. I text the pictures to my boyfriend and my best friend saying if something happens to me look for this truck. The truck takes off again. I thought maybe I was safe and he got scared because I took his picture. I called my best friend asked him to stay on the phone with me. I had started walking back toward my road. I figured I was safe. The truck had not come back.
Right when I started up my road the truck came back again. I started running faster than I have ever run in my life. I run up this hill and into the woods. You guys I see the headlights go by. The truck continues straight up to where all the houses are. I keep running up towards the house but stay close to the tree line. It is dark enough I can see the headlights from pretty far away. I hear the truck coming back before I see him. By this time I am around the corner and not too far from where the houses are. I duck down behind a tree and bush. The truck goes back down the hill very slowly. Once it feels safe. I start making my way back to the house. This truck comes back!!! I am ducking behind peoples fences and broken down cars in their yards. This guy is just relentless. I made it safely back to the house. I could hear every time that truck came back. And he was circling. He would drive by about every 25 minutes very slowly for the next 3 hours at least. By then my best friend had driven an hour to get there. My boyfriend finally checked his text messages 5 hours later and came home acting all worried. Whoever that dude is with a wooden cage built on his truck LETS NOT MEET!!!!!
And for those of you wondering why I did not call 911. The US Marshalls had a warrant out for me at the time. Calling the police was not an option.