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My TRUE Near Kidnapping Story


I caught this movie on TV just yesterday and today, and it brought back some memories when I was young. Hopefully what I am about to share will in some way help to save the live of a child somewhere, someday.

It all happened when I was still living in Malaysia. I was about 7 years old. In those days, I used to take the bus to school. Every now and then though, my parents would either give me a ride to school, or back.

One day, after school was finished, I exited the main gate toward my waiting schoolbus. A car was waiting near the main gate to my left. Standing next to the car was a couple, a man and a woman who looked like somewhere in their mid-to-late twenties. They were looking in my direction, and beckoned me to go to them. I stopped and stood rooted to the spot dumbfounded. There was a little distance between me and the couple. For a moment there I thought maybe they were gesturing to another schoolmate, but I knew they were addressing me. I still remember the woman, who did most of the talking, saying that they were my mother's friends, and that my mother could not come to pick me up, and had asked them to help.

Now if there was one thing I know was this. My mother had told me never to trust strangers, and that if my mother had asked anyone to pick me up, she would have told me beforehand. She never broke the pattern throughout the years of my growing up.

Besides, I had a good photographic memory. That couple I definitely did not recognize, and I had never seen them before with my mother. So at the moment, it was either the couple, or the bus. I remember I hesitated, and told them something along the lines of "never mind, I'll take the bus", and ran straight into my schoolbus.

When I reached home, I asked my mother about the couple, and she was like, "What couple?" I told her about what happened, and she was shocked because she had never sent anyone to collect me, and reminded me about what she had told me about strangers and what not.

So there you go. That one moment in my life, had I chosen wrongly, may have totally altered my destiny. Granted, maybe the couple was genuine and just got the wrong child. But that does not totally eliminate the possibility that they could have been potential child kidnappers as well, given that Thailand is just across the border (which needs no elaboration)! Or maybe even a desperate childless couple hoping to get their hands on someone else's child!

Hope the parents who are reading this realize that a little advice from parent to child can go a long way, and could spell the difference between waking up every morning knowing that your kid is still around, or a permanent empty room!

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I suppose I should share my near-kidnapping story as well, I think it helps to tell people.

My twin sister and I were 7 years old living in Castle Rock, Colorado and our housing area was a near a large open field with only a road running through it. We got on our bikes and started down the road when up ahead we saw a car parked on the side of the road with totally tinted windows.

We didn't know if anyone was inside but even at the age of 7, we got the feeling it was out of place and something just wasn't right. We stopped dead in our track and sort of just stared for a few long moments at the car. I said to my sister something along the lines that something is wrong and we should turn around and go home.

So, we both turned our bikes around and started back when we heard the car turn on behind us. We then knew someone was obviously inside. We were riding back at normal speed down the street toward home when the car started to follow closely behind. We got real nervous and started going as fast as we could on our bikes and to our horror the car picked up speed too, he was chasing us with his car.

We pushed our bikes as fast as we could go, my sister was ahead of me and suddenly I felt the car nudge the back wheel of my bike and it was enough to knock me clean off my bike and I hit the ground hard. But I didn't feel the pain, I was in survival mode and I immediately got up and started running toward my house as fast as I could. My sister made it inside the house and shortly after I nearly reach the house the car took off, never to be seen again.

We told our mother and she reported to the police.

Sadly, we were living with a pedophile....our step-father was sexually molesting both my sister and I and his own 12 year old daughter.

We weren't safe outside and we weren't safe in our own home either.

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Just curious Missy - Did your step-father get what he deserved? That's about the only thing that would drive me to committing some unprintable act (in vengence) but from what I hear, in prison child molesters get "special" treatment from the other guests. Hope things are better for you these days.

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I am so glad to hear that everyone here ended up alright. Just goes to show you have common this is, so many people have stories to share. This also shows us that we need to be so careful, and even though we are not children anymore, these things can still happen and we always need to be careful of who we trust.

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" I still remember the woman, who did most of the talking, saying that they were my mother's friends, and that my mother could not come to pick me up, and had asked them to help. "

This is why when I was little my mom had a secret code word that only she and I knew. She said that if she ever had to have someone else pick my up from school she would tell them the code word so that I would know it was really her that sent them. She told me never to go with anyone, even if I knew them if they couldnt give the code. We only used the code word once when she did have to have a friend pick me up from school and I am glad that I knew it was safe to go with this other woman due to our preparation. I still remember that code word too.:)

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That is an EXCELLENT idea! :) Thanks for sharing.

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I remember about 2 years ago something similar to that happened to me. I mean, I wasn't in any real danger, but I definitely had a "what if?" moment. I had to take the bus home and my phone died. I was supposed to text my mom when I arrived at my stop. She wasn't there because we ended up being pretty early and I couldn't call her. The area was a little unfamiliar and slightly sketch compared to where I actually live. I walked to a gas station and asked to use their phone, but the man told me no. I then went to a auto parts store and they let me use their phone (because they actually gave a s***). My mom was freaked out and pissed. That poor guy at the gas station probably lost his job. Haha anyway, this happened in May of that year, in around July, my dad called my mom and I while we were away visiting our grandma, and told us that a serial killer had apparently lived in the neighborhood that I had been practically stranded in. He was on the loose for about 20 years. It really creeped me out, I was pretty much alone as I walked around that neighborhood.

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Brilliant idea.

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I have 2 near miss stories that I just shared with my 11-year-old this evening. The first occurred in my hometown of Los Angeles, CA around my 18th year, when I nearly got shipped off to Japan "to become a singer"; and the 2nd in Las Vegas, NV around my 19th year, when a man and his son convinced me to be left behind in Vegas in order to participate in a "talent show" to take place in the wee hours of the night. In the first instance, after listening to their schpeil I turned on my heels and walked out of the office. However, I later learned that an acquaintance of mine fell for the scheme, went to Japan, and was never heard from again. In the second instance, part of the deal for my staying behind while my companion went back Home to L.A., was that I allow him to use the last of his money to provide me with a room. Late that night the two "gentlemen" called to arrange to come 'round and collect me, and shared their plans to bring me back to their house so I could "get ready". When I declined, pointing out that that would be an unnecessary waste of time, as I already had a room where I'd gotten ready just fine, well, let's just suffice to say, they never showed, and I never made it to the "talent show". In both instances, I listened, was turned upon my heels away from the wolves, and most likely spared from certain tragedy. I've seen TRAFFIC, TAKEN, and now HUMAN TRAFFICKING. I've 23-year-old, and 11-year-old Daughters. Just recently, for the first time ever, I've allowed a child of mine to walk the mile to or from school, as our circumstances now permit this "luxury". Both of my girls are very savvy, however, kidnappers are more savvy. After watching this latest rendition, and hearing your testamonial, I will return to requiring that if my child is going to walk to or from School, she be accompanied by 1, preferably 2 Friends.

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Wow! that is just plain scary and thank god your instincts kicked in.

I had something like that happen to me when I was sixteen. I used to love walking around my neighborhood. I lived three blocks from the park and got greeted by neighbors who knew me because I walked around the area quite often. I took a different route to the park this one time and was stopped by a man coming out of a house. He invited me in for a beer, very friendly. At first I didn't think anything of it because I have often been mistaken for being older soI said no thanks I'm underage. But he kept insisting that it was no problem and that he would see to it that I get home safely.

He asked me where I lived and I pointed in the complete opposite direction of where my house is. All the little red flags were going up and I lied and said I had to be home right away and took off fast. It keeps me up at night to this day if I really start to think about what would have happened if I went against my better judgement and went into his house with him. I doubt he was a traffiker but I don't doubt he wanted to hurt me

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I have a near-brush story of my own from when I was about 6 years old. My parents and I had just immigrated to Spain from Slovakia and we didn't know too many people. Over the course of a few days my family made friends with a middle-aged couple that apparently lived in the area (though at the time we had not verified this with anyone else so I still don't know how long they had actually been there) and my folks took me over to their house once or twice. The couple always fawned over me, calling me a cute little girl and making a big deal about me, etc. Finally one friday they asked my parents if I could spend the weekend alone with them for shopping and hanging out at their house (which we had visited previously and was a pretty nice, big house, the couple had made out they had a lot of money and had given me a couple of small gifts each time we went over) and said my folks could pick me up again on Monday. My parents, being pretty over-protective and paranoid (thank goodness), were not comfortable enough with this and refused, so the couple said it was alright and suggested we should get together later in the week as usual.

Something didn't sit right with my folks though, I suppose, so my mother sent my father (who is a pretty big looking, intimidating guy) to check out their house on Saturday and see if anything was going on, because she had a bad feeling. He went over and came back later looking pretty shaken. The house was completely empty! They had packed up all their stuff on Friday and left that same night. All the furniture, everything was just gone and there was no information or forwarding address or anything.

I have to assume that, had my parents allowed it, the couple would have taken me with them wherever they vanished to. We never heard from them again and nobody in town knew anything about them.

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Well, Human trafficking surely has become a favorite topic of my choice as I have become sort of involved in that. even though I am clearly not a conventional trafficking victim. or maybe not. maybe my story is the most stereotypical one you will come across, who knows? I have a lot to share but honestly I haven't seen the entire episode of this show. if I had, i think that might have saved some troubles further down the road.

but I am planning on visiting this particular thread time to time to share my knowledge and questions as well as I have become quite the expert as I have been doing some research.

I have been nearly kidnapped 5 times in my lifetime.
I was a young baby in a small village in Korea just hanging out by myself crying in front of my house. some dumb retarded but kind kid thought I was lost, so he ended up bringing me into his house and called the police. and my mom came to rescue me after while.
then when I turned 12, I was visiting my grand parents house in the city suburb of seoul, I went to the store to get some snacks with two of my little female cousins, we three of us got approached by the older guy who pretended like he was our Uncle. he put one of my little cousin on his shoulder and started grabbing us and I had to use all my strength to fight him off and told my little cousins to go home. there were more details to the incidents that I don't recall too clearly but there were pedestrians on the street who just looked at us and treated us as relatives who are in fight as the older man had treated us like we were his cousins being bad. he was such a natural actor.
I also remember being chased by some crazy perverted guy in the town when i was a child. i think those incidents certainly traumatized me badly.

then when I moved to the United States, I had been living with abusive older men who sexually abused me. and during my 10 years of stay, I was nearly kidnapped twice when I was approached by the big white van with white guys who clearly looked like stereotypical drug dealers or human traffickers at the parking lot of drug stores and my friend's parking lot.
One of the incident was clearly a set up because I had visited my friend's parking lot to drop off her car and on my way to my car, there were men and cars waiting for me. I had to run to the other direction as I was being chased in the midnight. It was certainly scary experience. but I didn't get kidnapped.
those three near kidnapping attempts took place in Los Angeles.
and I was also kidnapped in SF by the same looking pick up van and I was given date rape drugs by these guys but I was not raped if my memory stands correct.
but the girls I was very close to were all part of it. it's quite hurtful to think that girls can be so cruel and mean as to have other girls get raped.
then I was raped and were drugged out during my precious teen years to be used sexually by various men for nearly 8 years in the states and was also used in pornographic materials as well. i don't know if those video mediums are commercially used but they were certainly violent and degrading in nature as the theme dealt with bestiality and pedophilia.
I was also raped sadistically while being mentally and physically tortured as well. and during those years, even though I could understand English and could read and write well, I couldn't really speak English well enough. but even if I have spoken English perfectly, I don't think it would have been any better or worse. I am still affected by my past as I have been getting too many threats.
I am willing to disclose more criminal aspect of my stories in the future even though I prefer to avoid the details of sexual aspect as I do not want to feed the internet perverts.






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Well, this is not a near kidnapping story really but when I was 11 I was helping Mom set up her face painting trailer at the fair, and this boy about 15 or 16 was hanging around. I was sitting in the trailer and he was alone with me for several minutes and he sat down beside me and kissed me on the mouth. He said, "Was that good for you?" and all I was feeling was this heat running through me...Mom came in a little later and talked to me but the first chance I got I ran for the car to get away from that guy and my little sister came with me and was bouncing all around happy but I still felt the horrible waves of heat, embarrassment- I didn't know what to do with those feelings. I never told anyone, until last year or so. I know this doesn't compare with other stories or anything, but if I felt like that with such a little thing as a kiss (yech I hate thinking of it) I can hardly imagine what it must be like for people kidnapped against their will and forced into slavery.

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