3/30/2024, 6:20 AM
Completely True Account.
Almost Captive In A Box
This is what I can remember of a completely true story that I have never written about or talked to anyone regarding the creepy people I met. It was so traumatic that I blanked it out until now.
This took place between 2005 and 2006 near Sherwood, Oregon. Later when I returned to make sure I was not remembering a hallucination, The place was gone, and tract houses had been built there.
It was right after my very traumatic divorce that I had a complete breakdown. I was on Craig’s list and saw an ad where they were looking for a slave. Answering the ad, I was given an address. I arrived at a single wide 60-foot-long mobile home in the late afternoon and knocked on the door. It was answered by a very rotund man about my height and invited in to a very smelly and garbage filled living room. Inside was an equally fat woman who was his partner. They were sitting on easy chairs and I think they told me to sit on the floor. In their ‘interview’, I was asked if I could clean their house up and do all the dishes. Then he told me that when I was not working, I would be chained and put in a locked box they had there. I was asked if I would let them pee on me and defecate on me. I think they said I would be gagged and not allowed to speak. The interview went on for some time and I sort of went into shock. The clincher was when I was told that my food would be their pee and deficant.
With the last vestiges of my will, I asked them if I could think about it and said I would return in a while to let them know my decision. I was on massive doses of legal prescription psychotropic medications, and they kept me calm. I should not have been driving but somehow managed to avoid any accidents.
I did not return that day and a year or two later, I did to see if I had hallucinated or something. In the last decade or so I had not thought about it until about 4:00 AM this morning woke up from what I thought was a nightmare. Looking back, I now believe that I was very lucky to have escaped. I could have easily been murdered or died from some illness caused by the filth in the trailer.
“Life is like a box of Chocolates. You never know what you are gonna get”.
Comments
I did not go to the police
No crime committed.
A Chilling Thought
As I have thought about the incident, perhaps I should have gone to the police? In the nearly two decades since, there have been several similar stories on the news.
Story About This Common
Stories like this are much more common than I had thought. Be very careful ladies.
Gwen