Don't share this experience much,happened ten years ago,but still have a nightmare about it if I have stressful days.Was working late night shift at an Arby's in Oklahoma City.Took out the trash as I came out from behind dumpster was confronted by two men with 357 revolvers.The light just shined off of those pistols.They grabbed me and walked me to the back door I rang the bell to get back in and as the manager opened it they shoved me inside and forced there way in.
One gut took the manager to the office,while the other guy took myself and the young cashier to the walkin.He had us lay down on the floor next to each other.Then,he stood over the top of us.He shoved that revolver in the back of my head.Then,he say's How's it feel to know that this is your last day on the planet.We layed there which seemed like hours,which in reality was only 15 minutes.
Then,the door opened and his buddy brought the manager in.I remember as if it was yesterday,him cocking that gun.I just layed there and waited.Then,I hear,hey let's go.And then I hear him uncock that gun.He bent down and said,This is your lucky day.They,backed out of the walking,shut the light off.We waited for awhile went out they were gone.
I am 47 and I have never again in my whole life ever been that scared.The police came we gave statements.The manager said I could be off the next day.Well,gee thanks I thought.I went to my apartment,and rolled up a whole bag of weed and proceeded to smoke myself into a comma.I relived that night for six months straight dreaming,sometimes I lived and other times he blew my head off.Don't dream about it much anymore and rarely talk about it.Just thought I would share.
