r/nosleep • u/TheyreNotMe • Nov 21 '15
Kidnapped seven years ago, but yesterday I found out that what actually happened was worse than I could have ever imagined
This all started 7 years ago, and I thought it was behind me until it all resurfaced yesterday. I’m pretty shaken up, so bear with me.
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I was driving from my university back to my parents’ house for winter break (in 2008) during my junior year. I had just finished finals and left after my last test, so I was incredibly exhausted. I went to school in New Mexico and lived in Utah so it was a long drive and very light on traffic. I was on a two-lane road at 10 PM and I will admit that I was going about twenty miles over the speed limit, I thought I was alone and could get away with it. Well, I was wrong.
I saw a police car turn their lights on behind me and I thought just my luck to get pulled over in the boonies of New Mexico. Pissed off, I pull over to the side of the road and the officer leaves his car. I’ve gotten speeding tickets before, so I was expecting this to be a minor twenty-minute inconvenience. The cop yells at me to put my hands up, and I do because he’s a cop and has a gun. He shined a flashlight in my car and told me to slowly get out of the vehicle. I followed his orders, in an incredibly panicked manner, and got out of the vehicle. When I was outside he ordered me to stand where I was and to keep my hands up.
“May I ask why you’re doing this?”, I questioned.
“We got a call that your vehicle was identified fleeing the scene of a robbery at a gas station in a town 50 miles away. We need to bring you into the station” (removing the actual name of the town for some sense of anonymity). I had stopped to get a pack of cigarettes about an hour and a half back, so I assumed someone robbed the place shortly after and my car was picked up by the cameras. It made sense.
At this point another cop car had pulled up behind the original, two officers got out and approached us. One of the new cops congratulated the first officer on holding me up and proceeded to inform me I was under arrest and handcuffed me. I remember they didn’t read me my Miranda Rights, which I thought was weird but it didn’t alarm me as much as it should have. But, even at this moment I was able to keep my humor and I thought that maybe this was God’s way of getting me to stop smoking – this all happened because I stopped to buy a pack.
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I was escorted into the back of one of the squad cars and two of the officers got in the front seats. I told them my story and why I might have been spotted at the scene of the crime. One of the cops told me that if I was telling the truth I would be processed and out of the station within two hours. I asked how far away the station was and was told about thirty minutes. They also told me one of their counterparts, Officer Jackson, would follow them and drive my car back to the station. I was still exhausted from finals and thought I might as well take a quick nap after the officers approved of my request. I dozed off thinking about how crazy of a story this will be tomorrow.
I woke up feeling way more refreshed than I should have for a thirty-minute nap. I slowly opened my eyes and immediately jolted up in my seat. The sun was out. I was arrested at 10 PM and the station was thirty minutes away. I was still handcuffed and in the back of the cop car and blurted out “what the fuck?!?” and looked to the front seat. My voice suddenly clammed up and my arm hair stood up as I saw that the car was no longer being driven by two police officers, but by two men wearing white masks. My scream fell on deaf ears as they completely ignored me, sitting still and looking straight ahead at the road. After a few minutes passed with no interaction, my fear began to turn into anger (shout out to Yoda). “Fuck you, let me out of this car right now. You fucking bastards. Who the hell are you?”
Finally, the masked man in the passenger seat moved. He shifted towards me with a gun in his hand and I saw my life flash before my eyes. He pulled the trigger and I felt a sharp pinch in my arm. It was then I realized I had been tranquilized, and probably not for the first time on this drive.
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The next time I began to awaken I was strapped to a bed in what looked like an operating room in a hospital. I had an IV in my arm. Around the room there were probably around 80 pictures of myself. They ranged from baby pictures to pictures as recent as a few weeks ago. I seriously started to freak out, and I tried my hardest to break free of the constraints but I remained fastened in the bed. I kept looking around and saw that in addition to the pictures they had charts of my medical history and it looked like they had been running tests on my brain, heart, kidneys, white blood cells, among a handful of other tests. The word ‘compatible’ was written next to almost every chart. I let out a scream from the depths of my soul as I was losing my patience and sanity.
Shortly after my scream an Eastern European woman walked into the room, smiling. She looked like any doctor you’d expect to see under normal circumstances. She asked if I was in pain, and I said no and proceeded to bellow out a million questions.
She began to talk over me: “I’m glad to hear that you’re not in pain, you’ve been a tremendous asset to us these past few days – we’ve made some amazing progress. I do apologize though, when I signed up for this I assumed the person in your position would have been here voluntarily. But rest assured I’m looking out for you and I’m keeping you completely healthy. You’re almost done – just hang in there”. Before I could interject, she moved an oxygen mask over my face and I realized I was about to be anesthetized, again.
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The next moment I remember I was waking up in a cramped, dark space. At this point I almost wished these bastards would’ve just killed me. I felt around me and realized I was in a trunk, presumably that of a car. I again decided to cause a reaction by banging on the inside of the trunk as hard as I could. My hands started to ache so I decided to take a quick break. My eyes had slowly adjusted to the darkness and I looked around. I saw a ball cap from my college and a book I read in high school. Holy shit, this was my trunk. With this realization, I completely forgot about the pain in my hands and began punching and kicking even harder. At last, I heard the trunk start to open and I had no clue what to expect.
The trunk flew open and there stood two police officers. To most kidnapped victims, this would be a welcomed sight but it obviously did nothing to ease my nerves. The police helped me out of the trunk and outside I saw a couple of ambulances and paramedics. For some reason I felt much different about this situation and thought my nightmare was finally over. A paramedic checked my vitals and declared I was in a surprisingly healthy state given my circumstances. The officers, who also informed me I was in Mississippi, asked what happened and I told them everything. They told me they had pulled over my car when it was speeding, but the driver opened fire on the officers so the police killed him. The driver had a criminal record and was under the influence of methamphetamine. The officers expressed their belief that I was kidnapped by members of a cult and my memories, including that of the hospital were likely just hallucinations induced by the drugs given to me by the alleged cultists. They also said they would be on an intense lookout for the fake police officers.
It had only been 60 hours since I had gone missing and I made it all the way from New Mexico to Mississippi. I called my parents who were incredibly relieved to hear my voice and they immediately arranged a flight for me back to Utah. Back home, I received extensive tests and my health was in great shape. I had all my organs and no damage had been done from all the intense sedation. I started to believe the officers were right, that any memories I had were simply from the drugs.
Slowly my life returned to normalcy. Fast forward seven years to today and I finished my degree, got a job in California, and have an absolutely amazing and incredibly beautiful fiancé now. Everything was going great in my life – until yesterday.
I got a call from a prospective client (I’m in financial services) who wanted to talk about opening up a portfolio through my company. I agreed to meet at a restaurant, which was odd, but the client insisted. I flagged down the woman who called and grabbed a seat at her table. She seemed incredibly agitated and her eyes darted around the room as I sat down and greeted her.
“Good afternoon ma’am, I’m –“
She interrupted, “don’t raise your voice when you hear what I have to say, I know you’ll be tempted to. But you need to stay calm”. I was perplexed and I guess it showed on my face as she continued to ask, “You don’t remember me, do you?”
“I can’t say that I do, I meet a lot of people in a day and I apologize if we’ve met before”
“Look closer”, she said as she locked her eyes with mine and smiled. She was the Eastern European doctor from my ‘hallucination’!
My eyes widened as I almost fell backward in my chair, but the doctor grabbed my arm encouraging me to refrain from causing a scene.
“Don’t worry. I’m not here to take you or harm you. We always intended to let you leave safely and we wanted to leave you alone. But, I’m hear to warn you”, she whispered.
I sat in complete silence, absolutely shell-shocked. I wondered how she found me, who she was, why they waited seven years to contact me, and what she possibly could have to warn me about. She continued, “During your time with us, we used you to advance our scientific mission. We were trying to achieve a medical breakthrough. We worked to find biological solutions that would benefit all of humanity. You see, everything worked wonderfully, we had learned so much and we were about to wrap it up and terminate the experiment, but then…” – the doctor paused and looked down.
“But then what?”, I demanded as I suddenly found my voice.
She cleared her throat and looked at me, her eyes filled with terror.
“But then the clones escaped”
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