I survived a SERIAL KILLER

It was a perfect autumn day, but my patience was wearing thin. ‘Half an hour and still no bus,’ I thought, frustrated, my mouth throbbing from the dental surgery I’d just had. Then a tan Volkswagen Beetle car pulled up, and the driver rolled down the window and smiled.

‘You should be thanking me you’re still alive’

‘Where you going?’ he asked, and I couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. ‘Up to campus,’ I said. It was October 1974, I was 21 and studying Pharmacy at the University of Utah. ‘Me, too! Hop in,’ the charming driver beamed. Back then, it wasn’t uncommon for strangers to offer lifts,