I Barely Escaped With My Life
When I was in my early 20s, I got kidnapped and dragged into an abandoned house by a very troubled combat vet fresh from Vietnam (the year was 1968). He was armed with a scalpal he'd stolen from a local hospital. He tied me up, blindfolded me and told me he was going to rape, torture and kill me.
I won't give all the details but I escaped. I got my bonds off, peeked under my blindfold, said a silent prayer for courage and fighting ability and struck him hard in the face. And the fight was on. After we'd exchanged a few blows and he had stabbed me with the scalpal under my left arm (still have the scar), I managed to hit him very hard in his mid section and he fell down and out. I was stunned and amazed that I had knocked him unconscious. I located his keys in his pocket and opened the door to the outside (the door was locked from the inside) and ran, throwing the keys back into the house. I got into my car and found my own keys in my own pocket and started my car. As I drove away, I completely lost my memory and did not know who or where I was or what had happened to make my face and arm pit bleed so much. I asked a man on the street what town I was in and he told me but the name didn't sound familiar. I drove around for about an hour until I saw a familiar looking house. I parked my car and decided to knock on the door of the house to see if anyone there knew who I was. When I got to the door, I automatically grabbed the door handle and opened the door and walked in, suddenly realizing it was MY house and I was home. My memory came back to me. I called the police.
I won't give all the details but I escaped. I got my bonds off, peeked under my blindfold, said a silent prayer for courage and fighting ability and struck him hard in the face. And the fight was on. After we'd exchanged a few blows and he had stabbed me with the scalpal under my left arm (still have the scar), I managed to hit him very hard in his mid section and he fell down and out. I was stunned and amazed that I had knocked him unconscious. I located his keys in his pocket and opened the door to the outside (the door was locked from the inside) and ran, throwing the keys back into the house. I got into my car and found my own keys in my own pocket and started my car. As I drove away, I completely lost my memory and did not know who or where I was or what had happened to make my face and arm pit bleed so much. I asked a man on the street what town I was in and he told me but the name didn't sound familiar. I drove around for about an hour until I saw a familiar looking house. I parked my car and decided to knock on the door of the house to see if anyone there knew who I was. When I got to the door, I automatically grabbed the door handle and opened the door and walked in, suddenly realizing it was MY house and I was home. My memory came back to me. I called the police.