I met a serial killer outside my dorm after dark.

Intern Hiroshima was a part of my university’s Asian studies program. I was suppose to intern at a non-profit there for almost 3 months. I think it was in Summer 2008. I was 21 so I remember thinking I could just give a P.O. box and never bother visiting it, but my university had put me up with a guest program which was suppose to help me navigate Japan and network within my P.O. box. One day I got a call from my universities guest program, they called to tell me that I had to get a visa. I lived in a dorm, it was so so so so so hard to get out of that place in the morning. So I was running real late, I called a taxi and I tried to explain my way to the program so I could get the proper paperwork, but I think the taxi driver dropped me off somewhere else. I had been looking at the Hiroshima Museum since I arrived so I agreed to wait for taxi number two to take me to the program. I was suppose to meet them at 8pm, they were late, I went inside and they told me to call a taxi to take me to the other guest program. They were suppose to meet me in front of the museum, so I waited, and waited, and waited. It was 2:30 am and no one was coming. I went back to the hotel, it was dark, I was tired and I had pretty bad eyesight. I had just turned 21, I went to the bar and I did not want to wear my glasses, so I had contacts in. I was walking to the hotel, when I decided to stop at a vending machine. I had my eyes closed, and I was rubbing them when someone approached me. I opened my eyes, and I saw this very tall, very lean guy with a black hoodie. I had a bright green hoodie on, and he proceeded to tell me that he liked it. I started walking away, he followed me, his eyes were so wide, but I agreed to have a smoke, he pulled out two Rossi’s and we started talking. <br><br>So he asks me questions like <br><br>• Are you sure your ok? <br><br>• You’re sure you don’t want to go home? <br><br>• You’re sure you don’t want to go to the police station?<br><br>He asks me like a million times (and that’s not a hyperbola lol - I counted) so I ran, literally sprinted in my flip flops and went to the nearest convenience store and called someone to pick me up and they told me to call a taxi. I was covered in sweat, it was super hot, and I was almost in tears, I turned around and I saw him, he waved at me and I bolted, I didn’t stop running until I got to the hotel. When I got to my dorm, I told my friends about what happened, and they told me that there has been a serial killer in Hiroshima, the description matched the guy from the night prior. The next day I went to the guest program, and they gave me a map, and circled all the areas I shouldn’t go to after dark. That was the area I was in between the bar and the museum the night prior. I said ‘that looks like where I was walking the other night’ they asked what happened, and I told them that I met a guy in a Rossi’s on the corner and gave them a description of the tall, Hiroshima Museum guy. They looked at me and said<br><br>‘You smoked a Rossi’s?’<br><br>They were stunned, I didn’t know why, I thought maybe Rossis were considered ‘street drugs’ in Japan so I quickly came up with an excuse<br><br> Tbey start whispering amongst themselves, their eyes started to widen, and then they showed me a picture out of the newspaper. It had a picture of a tall lean guy, with a black hoodie. The article had a black out, but I assumed he couldn’t have been the only serial killer in the area. So my Japanese wasn’t so great, but I did catch the word Rossi’s - it was circled that he was looking for young women, and after a smoke of Rossi’s he would start preying on them, since they were drowsy. I started to cry, and they agreed to give me a new P.O. box, and they would call me to meet at a safe location. <br><br>When I got home, I showed my Hiroshima Museum picture to my mom, she said it looked like a real Japanese person, with real Japanese eyes, I have no idea what that meant lol. The next day I had to go back to the program to get my taxi fair money reimbursed. They told me they had extra Rossi’s they needed to get rid of, and they were smiling at me knowingly, so I agreed to take them - I smoked them, and within a day I was throwing up blood. I was in the hospital for over a month. It was a very very bad trip, but I agreed to have them only because I was in Rossi’s withdrawal. <br><br>I never went back to the guest program, and I never looked into it. I agreed to have them only because I was in Rossi’s withdrawal and Rossi’s is illegal in my country. <br><br>However I never looked into it, and I am still traumatized by that Rossi’s. <br><br>So tall Hiroshima museum Rossi’s Hiroshima guy, I never met you - and I really hope that I never meet you again.