The following story is 100% factual accurate, even though it may sound like a slasher film.
The police report is on record with the local cops, however they have flat-out told myself and others there is nothing they can do about it.
The truth of this matter is much stranger than fiction, and the fact I am still alive means that I am super lucky. I easily might have died that evening, and no one could have ever located my body. It started while all of us were in a long hike in a new part of the woods, where I stumbled through a large cannabis patch. There were thousands of cannabis plants around, as far as my eyes could see. I was too amazed by the sight of all this beautiful marijuana to be scared, but I should have been more terrified! In the films potheads and cannabis users are depicted as being goofy morons, however straight-forward and easy-going people. In reality, the people who ran this cannabis farm were violent criminals, and they started to shoot at me! Can you imagine, enjoying the sights and smells of a cannabis field ready for the harvest, and then having bullets whizzing past your head? I ran as fast as I could, and didn’t dare looking back at the cannabis field as I made my escape, however later I realized I had dropped my phone in the middle of the cannabis field, which means the farmers suppose who I am! I’m too afraid to even go back to my own apartment, because those crazy cannabis farmers may be sitting in wait for me. The police don’t care, so what on earth can I do?