This is going to sound strange but here goes...In the late 1970's when I was about Stephanie's age I was playing outside after dark at my aunt's auction house. Everyone else was inside for the auction. I had just gotten new rain boots so I was splashing from one mud puddle to the next. When I got far away from the lights of the building, an older man who was just sitting alone in his car with the window down, started asking me if my parents knew where I was an what I was doing. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and was very close to his car before I realized anyone was out there. I remember being really spooked and I told him no but I started walking back to get away from him. I heard him open his door and when I turned around he was coming toward me with what I remember looking like a thick white throw blanket held up in both hands. I knew somehow that he was trying to hurt me so I ran as fast as I could back to my parents. But I never told them what had happened. I was afraid that I'd get into trouble for wandering so far from the building. This is the first time that I've told my story to anyone other than my husband. But the older I get the more it bothers me that this person may have done the same thing, or worse, to other girls when I may have been able to stop him by telling someone that night. So I researched kidnappings of girls about that age and around the same time. This happened on hwy 21 between bogalusa and Covington La. So he could have been from, or going to, anywhere. The trauma and years have made it hard to remember details. All I remember about the vehicle is that it was a car. If anyone has any feedback about my case and Stephanie's being similar or not I would appreciate it. This has been eating at me for years.
