I met a killer while I was camping

Yes, I met a real-life killer. By "killer" I don't mean your run of the mill burglar who killed someone. I don't mean a killer as someone who only killed someone in self defense. I mean an actual, cold blooded, calculating killer. Someone who killed because they enjoyed it. Someone who killed for pleasure. In the summer of 2014, my family was taking a two week trip out to Lake Tahoe, in the Sierra Nevada mountains, California. We were going to spend some quality time together in our trailer after having just finished a family vacation off the coast of South Carolina. The trip was almost a teaser; we just left a beautiful trip in the mountains and now were headed to the mountains again. It was a very big trip for us. Thankfully, my mom's job was covered for the time we were gone, and the kids (me and my younger brother) didn't have school anyway because it was summer break. We decided to make stops along the way so we didn't have to drive for hours, so we ended up at a national park a few hours away from our hometown. We got there right as the sun was setting, so we quickly set up our trailer and played games in the common area with fellow campers. There were only a few of us, maybe around ten of us in total. It was a chill night and we didn't get to bed until 3am, and to top it off, I was too excited for the trip and couldn't sleep until 5am that night. Not thinking, I set my alarm for 10am not realizing that it was just an hour until we were to leave. Drowsy, I got my stuff together and stumbled outside to see my parents cooking up breakfast. We quickly ate, hopped in the car and left. We drove for hours and hadn't stopped for lunch so we just had snacks and drove. We stopped at a rest stop, right when the sun was setting again, and decided to stay. We were so tired and decided not to keep driving during the night because we needed a break. I was a kid (12 at the time... I'm now 15) so I was very volatile when it came to sleeping and I was so tired and needed to get some rest. We were all tired, so we set up our trailer and headed into the common area again like we did the previous night. It was a bit more crowded than the last, but there were only about 20 campers instead of 10. However, there was one man in particular who caught my attention. He was tall, about 6'0, with jet black hair and was skinny, but not lanky. He looked like a dad, someone who was the age of my father (46 at the time... I'm not sure how old he is now). He had little stubble and brown eyes like the color of chocolate. He was a bit older, probably in his late 40's or early 50's but he didn't look his age. To be honest, he looked a lot younger than he was supposed to be. He had a very goofy, but friendly grin that instantly caught my attention. I'm a social person, so I decided to go over to him. "Hi..." I muttered. He looked down at me, smiled and said "hi!" back. His voice was deep, but it was a tenor. I remember his voice because it sounded like James Franco to me. It was a deep voice but with a hint of high pitchedness. It was a nice voice, and he spoke with confidence, so I immediately wanted to be his friend. "What's your name?" I asked. "Jeff." He replied. "That's my dad's name." I said giggling. "Cool." He chuckled back. We chatted for a little while, and he was rather quiet but the conversations were nice. He was a smart man, although not as smart as he thought he was. We talked about science, religion and a little bit of politics. We were both on the same side of politics, which was cool for me because I had never actually met someone who thought like me before. As the night went on, a little boy around my age was hanging out with us. We were getting along well, and it was nice because we were having a good time. I guess it was around 2am when we decided to call it a night, because all of us were tired from the long drive. We decided to meet each other again the next night, and he shook my hand and smiled as he left. I went to bed, and 2 hours later, my alarm blasted. It was 4am, and the family was tired. We decided to leave because we didn't want to waste any time, and we wanted to get to Lake Tahoe before dark. We packed up our trailer, said our goodbyes and left. We were all drowsy, and 2 hours later, my brother and I were fast asleep. I woke up knowing we had to stop for lunch, so I looked at the clock and noticed that we were behind schedule. We were supposed to leave the rest stop at 6am, but we haven't moved for 2 hours. "What's going on?" I asked groggily. "We're trying to jump start the car." My mom replied. "What the hell? Why?" I replied. "I don't know, but it just wouldn't turn on." She said. "Well, can we call AAA?" I asked. "We already did." She said. "What the hell? How long are they gonna take?" I complained. "Maybe an hour." She said. "Alright, well I'm gonna walk to Wendy's real fast." I said, because I was starving. I had only had snacks for almost 2 days at that point and was ready for a big meal. "It's almost closing time, but go ahead." She said. I walked to Wendy's and got a big meal. I ate quickly in the parking lot and was ready to get back on the road. I walked back and noticed a man sitting in our car. "Who is that?" I asked. "Oh, he's the mechanic..." My dad replied. "Wait, what? He's already here? What the hell?" I asked. "I know, I didn't expect him to be here so soon..." He said. "Well, how long until we leave?" I asked. "Hopefully within the hour..." He said. "Alright... Well, I'm just gonna sit in the trailer then..." I said. I walked over to the trailer and opened the door. It was pitch black and I had to feel my way through. "Hello?" I asked, not realizing it was empty. When I was halfway through to the back of the trailer, I felt a hand grab me and push me to the ground, I tried to scream but my mouth was covered. "You make a sound, I'll kill you." He whispered. He started to pull my pants down, and I kicked my legs wildly. I couldn't see because it was pitch black, but I felt his warmth on me and I knew that he was on me. We struggled for what felt like an eternity until all of a sudden, the trailer shook and I heard a loud bang, followed by a bunch of yelling and cursing. I didn't know what had happened, but I heard someone fall to the ground. The trailer shook again, and I felt someone run past me. "Hey! Is everything okay?" My dad yelled. "Are you okay?" He said as he opened the trailer door. "You... you made a huge mistake." Was all I heard before I saw the man I now know as Joseph Naso sprint away as fast as he could. My dad turned on the light and I noticed that my pants were halfway down, and he immediately knew something was wrong. "What happened?" He asked. "Some guy... He was in here..." I said, still in shock. "What? Who was it?" He asked. "I don't know... But he looked like that guy from last night..." I said. "What? Jeff?" He asked. "Yeah..." I replied. "I'm going to go tell the police that there was a man in the trailer." He said. "No, dad... I think he's the guy..." I said. "What? Why would you think that?" He asked. "I just... Have a bad feeling." I said. "Well, I'm still gonna go tell them... Alright?" He asked. "Yeah... Alright..." I said. He left, and my mom entered the trailer. She saw my pants were down, and she gasped. "What happened?" She asked. "What do you think happened? Some guy attacked me." I said, almost in a sarcastic way but really, I was just pissed off. "Are you okay?" She asked. "No... I'm not okay. Some guy tried to rape me." I said. "Oh my god... How could this have happened?" She asked. "I don't fucking know." I said. "I'm gonna go tell the police." She said. "No, dad already went." I said. "Oh... Alright. Well, we need to get out of here." She said. "I agree... I don't feel safe." I said. "Well, we're not gonna leave until they catch him." She said. "Fuck... This is so fucked up." I said. "I know... Let's just go into the common area." She said. "Alright..." I said. We walked into the common area, and we were greeted with

I met a killer while I was camping

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