This story was originally posted on April 29, 2010
A few weeks ago I read a hell story that mentioned a guy feeling up display mannequins and it reminded me of a truly disturbing story.
One night I pulled over a car for speeding. While walking up to the car I noticed that it had real dark window tint so I couldn't see inside it.
When I made it to the driver, I asked if he could put the back windows down (we do this for our safety to make sure no one is hiding etc.).
He did without any problem and a quick glance assured me no one was back there. I get his license and as I'm walking back to my car, I look in the back of the car again to see a head staring up at me from a box.
Now we are trained to stay calm under most situations.
So the outer me just stopped walking and stared while the little inner me was screaming like a frightened school girl.
The head was from a child mannequin and in a bigger box beside it was the rest of the body.
Of course, my question to the guy was "Sir, why do you have pieces of a child in your backseat."
Apparently he had bought it off Craig's list and was returning from having picked it up. Yep, nothing weird about that at all.
"Ok, do you work for a store or something and going to use it as a display?"
Come on, I wouldn't be sharing this story had he said yes.
So a run of his name says that he's a registered sex offender.
Legally he wasn't breaking any laws but his probation officer thought differently. Apparently it's suspicious to own a child mannequin if you touch kids. Who knew.
Anyway in the end he got what he deserved. Till this day however that face looking at me through the flaps of the box still disturbs me.