
Right before Halloween in 2021, I decided to watch the entire Nightmare on Elm Street franchise on DVD. I had finished the last movie and decided to take the dog for a walk down in the wash while the sun was still high.
Walking along with my dog, I suddenly heard a branch crack behind us. Already freaked out from the movie, I turned around and saw a big, fat guy with wild curly hair and a murderous expression on his face, following us. He looked like a crazed horror movie axe murderer.
My first reaction was, “OMG! The movie’s coming true!”
Then I recognized him as the grandson and nephew of the real estate brokers who lived around the corner. He had yelled at me from the road twice before when I was walking in the wash. In a shrill voice, he called, “Lady! Lady! Yoohoo! Lady!” — and rambled on about his grandmother. He had gained at least 100 lbs. since I last saw him in person. This time, however, he didn’t say anything and followed us into the wash.
I quickly sized up the situation:
- I had a wooden walking stick; the guy was using a piece of metal rebar as a walking stick.
- I had a dog, but if I unleased him, the guy would beat him with the metal rebar.
- The guy was having trouble walking on the craggy ground because a flash flood had carried all the topsoil away.
- I had the advantage because I knew the topography of the wash.
- The guy obviously had bad knees from his excess weight; I was in better shape and more nimble.
- There was sufficient distance between us to have a good head start.
- I knew the guy had mental deficiencies, a fixed idea about his grandmother’s safety, and probably could not be reasoned with.
- I knew he didn’t like people walking and driving ATVs through the wash since it curved behind his grandmother’s house — and he really didn’t like me!
I decided that if the guy did magically catch up with us and try to hurt me or my dog, I was going to stand my ground and beat the crap out of him with my wooden walking stick. I pulled on the leash, and the dog and I hurried through the wash until we reached the road. That guy never did catch up. In fact, he probably turned around and went home.
The next time I saw that guy at his grandmother’s house, he had lost weight and cut his hair, but he still glared at me with that loathsome stare. He and his grandmother have since moved away.
But what a creepy Halloween scare!
Dawn Pisturino
May 24, 2023
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