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This story pales in comparison to most of what's been posted, but I'll
tell it anyway, because it's the only story I have where I legitimately
might have been in danger.

Back in high school (probably junior year, I think), I was in a long
distance relationship with a girl from several states away. She would
visit a few times a year and when she did, we obviously spent as much
time together as possible. One night, we were kind of making up from a
fight we'd just had and we drove up in my dad's truck to basically the
Lover's Lane of the area - a dirt cul-de-sac at the end of a road on the
mountainside. From this little lot, you could look out over the town at
night and it was pretty cool, which is why it was kind of a popular
place to go.

So we're parked in the truck just off the road, looking out over the
town and cuddling while we talk out our issue. Like many trucks, it had
a small hatch window on the back of the cab facing the bed of truck. We
opened this to let some fresh air in. At some point during our talk,
another vehicle pulled up along the cul-de-sac. Since I didn't make it
clear before, the cul-de-sac didn't really have a curb all the way
around it because it was partially dirt (I think there was construction
in the area or something), so you could pull off the actual road and out
onto the flat area overlooking the town. We had pulled off the road like
that, but the other vehicle stayed in the area with the curb, so we'd
have to go right past them to get back onto the road.

Anyway, this vehicle pulls up and a bunch of guys a little older than us
get out and start messing around. Seemed like they probably were doing
some drinking but maybe not. The thing is, they had left their
headlights on and their car was facing into the back of the truck, so
their lights were shining right on us and it was annoying. But we ignore
them for a while, figuring they're probably just being idiots and will
eventually leave.

Then, we get curious what they're talking about (because we can hear
them talking loudly through the open back window), and we start
listening in and picking up pieces of their conversation. It gradually
became clear that we were the center of their attention and they seemed
to be working themselves up to doing "something." I don't remember
exactly what they were saying, except for something that one of them
said that sticks very clearly in my memory: "I swear to god, I'll do
it." At this point, I am becoming nervous, and put the keys in the
ignition, telling my girlfriend that I wasn't interested in finding out
what exactly was going on.

So now, we're both watching nervously out the back window as we listen
to them egging each other on to this mysterious dare, when a few of them
start walking toward the truck. They're maybe 15 yards away, and I don't
want to make an idiot of myself in front of my girlfriend by immediately
flipping shit, but I do turn on the truck and put it in reverse, but not
moving yet. When they saw the brake lights, they started walking
quicker, and that's when the NOPE button officially got pushed in my
mind and I turned the truck around and started driving back to the road.
But like I said, their car was between where we were and the road, so
driving back to the road takes us right past them. As we're passing
their group, a couple of them run at the truck and one of them jumps
onto the back bumper, grabbing the tailgate. Now, whatever traces of
doubt had been there about whether or not we were the target of
something (innocent or not) was gone, so I floored it and the guy fell
off. I don't know if he was hurt; I don't care. It looked like they were
starting to get into their car as well, so I booked it out of the area
and we didn't see them again, nor did we ever return to that place.

I still have no idea what would have happened if we hadn't gotten out of
there, and that, to me, is the scary part. I'd like to think that they
were just trying to scare us and wouldn't have actually done anything,
but at the same time, I've heard stories of people at places like that
getting raped/killed/whatever else. It's entirely possible that we both
came very close to something horrible that night, and the experience
scares me to this day.

**TL;DR**: girlfriend and I are sitting in my truck at Lover's Lane when
car full of sketchy guys pulls up behind us and shines headlights in our
back window. Sketchy group then begins to talk about doing something
(never found out what), and it's clear we are going to be the subjects
of this activity. They start walking toward the truck and I book it out
of there. A few run at the truck as we're leaving and one manages to
jump on and try to climb into the back before I floor it and he falls
off.

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