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A real-life scary story from David Boze

Everyone is out looking for frights on Halloween. 770 KTTH host David Boze offered one up on the show Thursday. (AP Photo/file)

Taken from Thursday's edition of The David Boze Show.

This happened a couple of years ago when I was on my way into work. It was almost 3 o'clock in the morning. I pulled off the Roanoke exit in Seattle and I'm driving down the hill toward the station.

There's a stoplight there and a little mini mart. The traffic light was dark, and there was a woman standing there in the middle of the street.

In general, at that time of night, you don't see anyone. You never see a woman, especially by herself. She was walking in the middle of the street. I thought, has something happened to her.

I pull around and I'm looking at her and she's just stumbling in the middle of the street. I pull up right next to her and she's staring vacantly forward.

She looks to be about 35 years old. She's got dark, long hair. She's wearing a khaki windbreaker and khaki pants. She looked normal, but she also looked totally drunk or something. I figure the bars have closed, that's what this is.

So I speed up and I didn't have the radio on and I heard something. I look in my rear-view mirror and I see her waving her arms up over her head and it sounded like a cry for help. I thought maybe she's in shock because she really looked stunned or something.

I did a U-turn. She was bent over trying to catch her breath. I pulled up right next to her and her long hair was now all directly in her face. It was like a veil.

I roll the window all the way down and I lean out the window and I said, 'Ma'am, can I help you?' It was the second I finished, the microsecond before my last word was out, I just had this feeling that something was terribly wrong, something was very dangerous.

At that second, the hair that was in front of her face like a veil, she flipped it back, and she stuck her head back like a snake, and all of a sudden instead of that vacant look, her eyes were huge and her lips were bluish as she pulled them back into this grimace. She had her hands out, and her hands were all gnarled into like claws, and she poised herself like a snake about to strike.

This is all happening in a microsecond and I'm literally two, maybe three feet from her and my car is going half a mile an hour, because I pulled up to talk to her.

She whips her head back and says in this man's voice, this deep male voice, she says - and I'll never forget it - "No one can save you now," in this huge, deep, masculine voice. And then she hisses back and starts clawing toward my arm.

Believe me I hit the pedal to the metal and thank goodness to the fine people at Chrysler, because my Jeep was going as fast as it possibly could. I drove up over the sidewalk doing this U-turn as she's chasing after me, and she's hissing and snapping, saying this gibberish.

I'm looking both at trying to navigate my car to get the heck out of there and I'm looking at her arms clawing. Her fingernails are inches from my arm.

I slam the car back on the road. I hit the pedal to the metal and she's making good time chasing after the car. By the time I whip in front of the station, park my car, I'm going to jump out and run into the station and she's already kitty-corner away from the station.

She's standing there now looking at me with those huge eyes. Her blue lips are gnarled back. She's standing there with her two hands in those claws and she's just rocking back and forth. I can hear a deep, evil laugh.

I call 911 because I'm thinking I have glass doors to the station. They're heavy of course, but this psychopath could be going right through those glass doors, and the last thing I need is talk show host does battle with 5'5 petite woman he says was possessed.

So anyway, I call 911 and say there is this crazy lady here and I'm worried for my safety and hers. They said, 'Oh she's come a long way.' Apparently, they'd had complaints of someone crazed earlier a ways away.

I had forgotten that my window was still rolled down and she was slowly and methodically walking across the street, with her legs kind of dragging in a weird way.

I immediately started rolling up the window as fast as I could. When I did, her face was like two inches away from my window with that grimace looking in at me. I heard that same evil laugh.

Then I actually thought I should pray for her because she was pacing back and forth in front of my car. Every time I even thought about prayer, she would turn around and hiss. Finally, when I finished the final prayer - no kidding - her face went blank and she walked away.

Happy Halloween!

Taken from Thursday's edition of The David Boze Show.


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