Guy Lures Me into His House with His Young Daughter, Then Locks Me Inside to Rob Me and Threaten My Life

One weird night, I had to meet this man who would hand off a large envelope full of cash for a used car that I had sold. I had to visit this guy at his house in the middle of the night because he said his work schedule was hectic and that was the only time he could pay me. We live in a small town with a population of a little less than 20,000. A lot of people know each other, and there aren't a lot of strangers, so I wasn't too worried. I had already done this once before with a different man in a different town, and nothing went wrong with that meeting. <br><br>He told me during our phone call that he was a police dispatcher for our town and that his wife had recently passed away from cancer, and he had a young daughter who was 7. When I arrived at his house, he didn't answer the door. We called each other, and he told me that he was in the back of the house, and that he would let me in through the back door. When I got to the back, I could see him through the window and he looked like he had been crying. He answered and let me in with his daughter standing next to him, hiding behind his pant leg. <br><br>He asked me to sit down in a chair in the corner of the room and he went into his office to get the envelope. I couldn't see into the office, but he closed the door to it and I heard muffled voices. I thought he was being paranoid and calling the police or his wife or something to verify that I was a trustworthy person, which seemed weird because we already talked several times and he seemed friendly and nice. <br><br>At that moment, my chair moved on its own, as if someone had come up behind me and kicked it, and I heard the back door lock. I turned to look, then I stood up. I walked around, trying to find the guy, but he wasn't to be found. I called for him and his daughter, but no one answered. Then I heard footsteps above me. I didn't know the layout of the house, so I searched to find the stairs, still calling for them, but they didn't answer. <br><br>When I found the stairs, I started to go up, but then I heard footsteps behind me. I knew then that I needed to get out of there, and I was already too close to the stairs. So I reached around and grabbed the banister with my other hand and swung my body around to face whoever was behind me. <br><br>I saw him. He was holding a gun at his side. All he said was, "My name is not Mark. And I'm not a police dispatcher. And I'm not buying anything from you." I pulled out my phone and ran towards the stairs while telling him I was calling the police. As I ran, I kept my eyes up on the stairs, my phone to my ear, and my body positioned in a way that I could see behind me. He was behind me, but he didn't have the gun anymore. He was now holding a baseball bat and I could hear it slapping against his leg as he moved closer to me. <br><br>I turned around the corner and I saw the front door. I had to make a run for it, because I already started telling the police where I was. I ran across the room and reached for the door handle, and as I did, I felt the thud of the baseball bat as it hit the door. I don't know how it didn't hit me with how close it was. I started going out the door and down the stairs, and I heard a loud yell, and then it got quiet. <br><br>I could see headlights from a car in front of me. I didn't know if it was him, but I didn't care. I ran to the car as fast as I could. Once I got to the car, I reached for the door handle, and I started screaming at the top of my lungs for the person to open the door and let me in. Nothing happened. The car wasn't moving, and the person inside didn't open the door. I started to pull on the door handle, and I leaned into the window, still screaming. I could see the man's shadow in the doorway. <br><br>The person in the car finally opened the door and I dove inside and shut the door and locked it. The person was an elderly man who had been walking home from the nearby bar. He was almost passed out drunk. I started explaining to him what happened, but he couldn't make out what I was saying. <br><br>I looked back and saw the man still standing in the doorway watching me, and then he shut the door. I still don't know why, but the drunk guy started his car and drove away. We drove in silence for a while, and I was still on the phone with the police, giving them directions on where to find his house. I finally told the guy what happened, and he said, "That's fucked up dude."<br><br>When we got to the police station, two officers took me into a private room to debrief. The police never found the guy. They never found a house matching the description, never found a guy matching the description, and never found the little girl. That's the weirdest thing. If I had to make up a story, I wouldn't have added a little girl. I'm certain she was real, but the cops never found her either. <br><br>Never go into a strangers house alone at night, even if he has a cute kid and a sad story.<br><br>Edit: I should add that this happened in 2012, so my memory of details could be a bit off. But the overall story is what happened, so don't roast me too hard if you doubt me.