Roll Down the Window
This happened in the Midwest of the United States.
I was 9 or so and was waiting in the car for my mom while she was doing some quick shopping one night. Some guy snuck up on the car and tried to open the door. I didn’t see him but I heard and felt him try to open the car door.
I looked and saw this guy leering at me through the car window. He was probably in his early twenties and looked unkempt and dirty. It was dark out and the parking lot did not have the best lighting. Which may explain why I did not notice him come up on the car.
He told me that he just spoke with my mom and she agreed to give him a ride. My mom would help people like that before, but she wouldn’t just send this stranger over to get in the car with me. I told him he would have to wait for her to get back. He said he couldn’t hear me and to roll the window down. I knew that was stupid, I could hear him just fine. So I just yelled louder to wait for my mom.
He got mad and started pulling on the door screaming threats at me and saying he would hurt my mom if I didn’t open the door. The way this guy went from calm to absolute rage was really scary. I was terrified that he was going to break the window. As soon as I thought that, it was like he read my mind and he kicked the window. I expected it to break, but it didn’t. He kicked it again and nothing. He got this evil look on his face and backed up a step or two. This time he was going to get the momentum and get through that window.
Just then my mom came running to the car with the manager from the store. He saw them running and they were screaming, “get away from the car!” He looked over at me and scowled the turn and ran.
When my mom got there, I just broke down and cried for a long time. I remember the way she comforted me. I felt so much better but still I cried harder. I was very little help to the police. I told them what I remembered but he was just an average guy.
I don’t know what that guy was planning, but I am so glad that I never found out.