Little was I aware of the dangers ahead of me. Little was I to know that the guy I prided to be with was a psycho and that he had targeted me as his next victim!

The date started off with a scrumptious meal. He often gave me his handsome, charming smiles and glances as I kept shying away.

Then came the moment when the plans laid for my victimization had to be implemented. After the dinner, as planned we were to go for a ball dance for which he drove me down to a mysterious building.

The car screeched to a halt and I was asked to step out. Next, before I knew, he quickly got back into his car and drove off.

I was completely stranded. Calling out for help seemed in vain. With no visible alternative in hand and as scared as I was, I took shelter in the collapsing building till the next morning. Favor and luck were granted upon me in the form of a lift back home in a car.

The knowledge of my ex-date's reputation to have ditched many such dates transpired to me.
I only thanked my stars to have returned home alive!