*This is a true story about murder and it's graphic as fuck. Proceed with caution, you've been warned.
It was late at night; there were three of us in the car. A friend of mine and a man we had never met before. This was roughly twenty-five years ago so the memories of how we met this person or how they came to be in our car with us eludes me. It wasn't particularly strange for us to be around strangers, as we would often meet new people.
We were driving on a rural road with no streetlights and being late at night, visibility was average. This was in the summer and there was no rain. It was one of those moments in your life where time stops while you're experiencing the moment but when you try to recall it later your mind puts the memory into superspeed and all you can say is it happened so fast.
There she was, laying the in the middle of our lane of traffic. My eyes saw her laying there and less than an instant later we ran over her. There was no avoiding it. I can't tell you if the other two people in the vehicle saw her or not. She blended right in with the road, and I wasn't even sure of what I saw. We pulled off the road and ran over to her and she was just lying there with her head held up looking at us and not making any sounds or saying anything. She had this sense of peace and calmness to her. It was then that we saw she was pregnant. My friend and I decided to pull her out of the road so she wouldn't get hit by another vehicle if another vehicle happened to come around.
This was before cell phones, and we were on a country road with no houses around. There weren't any other vehicles either aside from a semi-truck that passed just after we pulled her out of the road, we tried to wave it down, but we don't think they even noticed. My friend and I were rambling trying to figure out what to do when the stranger who was with us appeared out of the shadows. He had been oddly quiet and hadn't helped us at all or said anything up until this point. He had just been standing back from the road in the shadows of the bushes watching. I had honestly forgotten all about him being with us, I was so focused on figuring out what to do and trying to process everything that he was the least of my concerns. My only concern was getting help.
He ever so slowly and casually walks up to her and just says "she is to injured and is going to die, we need to put her out of her misery" and immediately starts stomping her head in with the type of rage you only see in movies. My body and mind shut down and I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I couldn't do anything, and all I could do is watch while my friend proceeded to vomit the entire time. All I could do is watch as this stranger stomped the life out of this beautiful young mother and her baby. The most fucked up part was that he was very clearly enjoying it. It's almost as if he had just been waiting for the right moment to kill someone and took his chance the second it came along. He didn't care that we were standing there witnessing the entire thing play out, in fact it seemed he enjoyed having an audience. I think having an audience made it more real for him.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally stopped stomping on her head, but I had stopped watching as soon as I knew she was dead, and he just kept stomping anyways. He proceeds to walk back to the car just as casually as if we had pulled over to take a piss. It was then that my body decided to move and follow him to the car even though the mind never told it to. I was still just watching it all happen as if I were watching a movie.
I have no memory of what followed, all I know is we never saw him again and we have no idea what his name is, what he looks like, or what he was even wearing. My friend and I just never spoke of him or that night. We both found it easier to pretend it never happened. We knew there was nothing that could be done. We were just as responsible; we stood there and didn't stop it. There was never a point when I thought that she was going to die before he started killing her. My thought process after we hit her was how to get her help for her injuries, she was conscious and awake the entire time, she just didn't say anything.
My friend and I had suspected that she was already hit by another vehicle that had run away before we ran her over. We basically just drove over her, but I did hear a small thud as we drove over her. The way she looked at us was as if she knew that she was going to die and had fully accepted it and was at peace with it.
That was the day that I learned that there are people in this world walking among us who are just waiting for the chance to kill another being. They won't necessarily go out of their way to kill but if the opportunity arises, they will absolutely take it. It wasn't until just a couple years ago that my friend and I discussed that night for the first time since it happened all those years ago, all we could really say was how fucked up it was.
*Disclaimer: The mother in the story happened to be in the form of a deer so no laws were officially broken but a life, is a life, is a life. All life is equal and valid.
