I Think They Was Going to Kill Me
Based on true events, identity protected for safety
I don’t know if I’ll ever feel safe again.

I’ve been trying to smile like everything normal, but inside me still shaking. I swear I think they was going to kill me. And every time I close my eyes, I see it all again like a scene out of a movie I wish I could delete from my life.

It started with a message on WhatsApp from a number I ain’t recognize. The name said “Skully.” He said someone told him I was looking for fast cash. And yes… I was. Work been slow. Bills climbing. My lil boy hungry. I was desperate.

He said he needed a girl to ride with him for a quick drop-off. “Nothing serious,” he said. “Just ride in the front seat and smile. No touching. Just look pretty.” I asked if it was illegal. He laughed, “Nah baby… this clean clean.”

He picked me up in a fresh grey rental tinted windows, clean scent. Two other fellas already in the back. Quiet. Cold. One barely nodded when I said good afternoon. The other didn’t blink. I felt something was off… but I stayed.

We drove east. Past Yamacraw. Past Eastern Road. Deeper and deeper into bush. No big houses. No resort. I asked, “This where the party at?” No answer.

Then one fella tapped Skully’s shoulder and said, “You sure this the one?” My whole body went still.

“The one?” I asked. They just said, “Don’t worry ‘bout nothing. Just do what he say when we reach.”

Right then I knew something was wrong. I faked a phone call. Pressed record. Left a whispering voice note to my best friend:

“If you getting this I in a grey car. We heading east. I don’t know where I going, but I think they was going to kill me.”

Then God stepped in. A police truck passed in the opposite direction. I don’t know if they saw the car, or if my friend already called 911. But the energy inside that car snapped.

Skully cursed. Reversed off the road. Drove into the bush. Then shouted, “We ga drop her. She ain’t worth it.”

They opened the door and pushed me out. Knees hit gravel. They burned off — gone like ghosts. I was left in the silence. Bleeding. Shaking. But alive.

My Advice to Every Woman:
Don’t let desperation kill your instincts. If something feel wrong, it is wrong. Tell someone where you going. Turn on your location. Send a voice note. Drop a pin. Share your ride. These people out here ain’t playing fair.

I thank God I lived to tell this story.
I thank Him that a police patrol passed.
I thank Him that my friend checked her phone.
I thank Him… that He never left me — not even in the lion’s den.

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This story is part of LOL242’s “Real Survival Confessions” true tales of fear, instinct, and divine escape.