Did That Really Just Happen Again?

It was a cool summer night and everything was going right. I was in New York on my day off from working at a Summer Camp, hanging out in a Days Inn hotel room with a couple of my girl friends having a great time. We decided to order some pizza and rent a movie so we could relax before we went hiking up a mountain the next day.

Our pizza guy, Charlie, who we thought was a really nice guy brought some friends over and we were all having a great time eating pizza and making jokes. The boys took ecstasy unbeknown to any of us and fell in love with all of us and wanted to stay up all night and party--but we wanted to go to bed.

We ended up kicking the boys at at 5am and going to bed. They came back and were trying to break into our room with a knife on 3 separate occasions. We were all so scared just laying in one bed all together thinking that these boys on drugs were going to come and kill us. We did not even think to call the police because we were so scared and just wanted to wait until they left so we could book it out of there as fast as we could.

After a sleepless eternity the morning came and we were convinced that the boys had left finally and were passed out somewhere. Oh, how we were wrong.

We got into the car and started to drive away when all of a sudden the pizza guys car whipped behind us and we were starting our high speed chase. We finally called the police and told them a man was following us that has road rage and we did not know what to do.

After a half hour of driving the police finally found us on the highway and pulled him over, we did not stay to see what happened. We decided that hiking up a mountain while people were just trying to kill us would not be a good idea so we met up with some other counselors at the mall and told everyone not to ever let the pizza guy into your Days Inn Hotel room because he will try to kill you.