She just may be a serial killer...

I was in the US Navy at the time, (2010), and stationed on the island of Sicily. We were out at one of our favorite bars drinking and shooting pool. There was this young woman who approached me. She was probably 5'10" [178cm] 130 lbs [59kg] and had short red hair. She was probably in her early 20's. She was from a nearby town in Italy and was visiting the city where we were stationed.<br><br>I'm not a big drinker but I was drinking quite a bit that night until she had me slowdown so that I could spend more time with her. She was very pretty, had a lot of interesting thing to say, and I really enjoyed her company. After a few more drinks, she suggested we see a castle that was nearby. I was probably drunk, but not completely smashed and I was in control of my faculties but, looking back on it, I think I may have been flirting close to black-out drunk.<br><br>I told her that I didn't know the way to the castle and she was more than happy to guide me. The bar was in a small village on the coast. To get to the castle, you would have to go inland and go up this small mountain. I remember we didn't drive very far and turned onto a dirt road. I was a little worried because she was driving my car and I had no idea where I was. In my confusion, I asked her if she knew where she was going after we turned off the main road. She said yes, she knew where she was going. I remember that the road was very windy and seemed to go on forever. But, after a few more minutes of driving, I could see something up ahead. I was thinking to myself, OMG, she was right! We are at the castle!<br><br>We got out of the car and walked toward the structure. As we got closer, it wasn't until I was 10 feet away that I realized that it was a mausoleum. I was shocked! But too drunk to argue. We went inside and there was an open room on the right. She wen on about how beautiful the structure was and how she loved the history behind it. I don't remember all of the details but she was acting as though she owned the place.<br><br>I don't remember what exactly happened until we were in the back of my car doing ***stuff***. I don't remember driving back to the village, but I do remember it was close to closing time for the bar when we arrived. She went home and I went back inside to shoot pool with my friends. I remember how strange it was and how I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened.<br><br>The next morning, I woke up at my usual time and couldn't stop thinking about her. She was the most interesting and nicest woman I had met in a while. So I decided to call her up and see if she could meet us at the beach. She said she would meet me at the beach in a few hours after lunch.<br><br>I spent the morning drinking and went to the beach. I was supposed to meet her at 1300 [1 o'clock] and she never showed up. For the next few days, I tried calling her and sending her messages with no response. I wrote it off for awhile and thought she was probably just weird. My attitude and curiosity, however, got the best of me after a week when I decided to go to the town she was from and see if I could find her.<br><br>The next Saturday, I decided to go to her town and see if I could find her. I didn't have an address but she told me the name of the square where she lived. All of the towns in Italy have a center square and this is usually where their P.O. box is located. I arrived in town and found a parking space near the center of town. I went to a nearby restaurant and asked for directions to her square. After getting good directions, I drove to the square and found the post office. Again I asked for directions to the building that I described meeting her at.<br><br>After getting to the building, I looked for her name on the mailboxes. It wasn't there. I then started asking people on the street if they knew the name of the woman that I met. No one knew her! I remember starting to feel a bit worried and confused. I asked another person and they just shook their head and told me she didn't live there. I was so confused, I started wondering if she actually lived in the town or if I was losing my mind!<br><br>The last straw came when I was sitting on a bench in the square and another woman approached me. After getting to know the woman, I asked her if she knew the red headed woman I had met. The woman I was talking to looked at me strangely and shook her head. I was so confused that I decided to explain to her what had happened...She looked at me strangely and shook her head and said that I was practically describing the story of the serial killer who was from the town and how she had lured men to the mausoleum where she would kill them. I was dumbfounded!<br><br>I never did find out what her name was or if she was the woman I had met. She probably could have killed me that night and I wouldn't have known. The craziest thing about this whole story is that I thought I was drunk and in control that night, I may have been drunk but I wasn't in control. I am just glad that I'm here to talk about it.<br><br>Serial Killer Woman in the Mausoleum...Let's not meet again!