For Nearly 3 Hours, a Stranger Kept Touching My Leg on the Bus—Then, Just Before We Got Off, He Slipped Me a Handkerchief and Whispered, “Pretend You’re Dizzy—Don’t Sign Anything.”

toward the main highway.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind a massive oak tree and grabbed my shoulder.

I screamed, swinging my tote bag with all my strength.

“Elena! Stop! It’s me!” a deep voice hissed in the darkness.

A flashlight clicked on, pointed strictly at the ground.

Standing before us was the man from the bus,continue reading …