Released From the Asylum
About ten years ago, I was taking my girlfriend home around midnight. We were driving on a very rural backroad in northern Georgia. I was half asleep at the wheel when this lady ran out from the woods in front of my truck, screaming, “Help me!”
I slammed on my breaks and rolled my window halfway down. That’s when I saw the shocking sight—she was covered in blood and mud.
She reached her hands into my cab and grabbed my neck as hard as she could. I took off just a little down the road and found a crowd of distraught people outside their house.
I figured it was probably related. They asked if I had seen anyone and I told them that I nearly ran over some crazy lady just a few moments ago.
Well, turns out she had been released from an asylum that day and had attacked her mother (she showed me the knife wound on her shoulder).
Later, I drove back and there were a dozen squad cars lit up at the house. Creepy. Story credit: Reddit / patricktownsend86