Fearing Death

by Laura Eitniear
(Hesperia, MI)

While waiting for the train this morning a man in a hooded sweatshirt asked me for some change. I quickly gave him a dollar, avoiding all eye contact, and walked to the other side of the station. The man followed me and as I turned to look he pulled a gun and stuck it in my stomach. He told me to give him my wallet or I would die.

I dug through my purse and pulled out my wallet handing him all of it. We're sort of broke this week so I only had $7 in my wallet and a debit card. Realizing he had chosen the wrong purse to rob he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around so that his right arm was around me and the gun stuck in my side. He demanded I go with him to an ATM machine and if I made a single peep to anyone to alert them of my situation he would kill me.

The entire situation only took seconds, but to me it seemed like hours. I still hadn't made eye contact with him for fear if he thought I was trying to memorize his face he would kill me anyway.

We went to the closest ATM where I withdrew $500 and handed it to him. He leaned over and kissed me then said we had to go to another ATM machine to get more money. The kiss grossed me out and caused me to wonder what this guys angle was, then I realized someone was behind us in line and he wanted us to look like a normal couple.

All this time I was trying to figure out how I could survive this, physically and if so, how could I survive it emotionally? I was a wreck!

As he lead me to the next machine he tightened his grip on me and told me he saw the pictures in my wallet and hoped my beautiful family wouldn't miss me too much, but I would have to die now. We made another withdraw and I knew it was now or never. I pulled away from him and tried to run, but my high heels couldn't take the pressure and broke causing me to sprawl across the snow covered concrete. He ran up behind me as the crowd of spectators grew and said, "Oh my, honey, are you okay? Come on, let's get you cleaned up and warmed up."

He led me a few blocks away, he had turned me around so much I was lost somewhere in Grand Rapids and I knew this is where I would die. He pulled the gun and held it to my head saying, "Such a shame to blow a beautiful face to pieces, but you were naughty!"

I heard the click of the trigger, but nothing happened. This left him rather stunned and as he inspected the gun I ran like hell. I heard several more clicks as I ran, but nothing happened!

I went straight to the police, but could not tell them where it happened or what he looked like. I'm not even sure what ATM machines we used. I didn't care to see, all I wanted was to get out alive and go home to my husband and children!

An investigation will be taking place and if they find him, I want to hold a gun to his head for 30 seconds to let him feel the fear, then I want to pull the trigger and watch the creep die. Is that wrong?