Would you 'help' the 'stranded' man?

You decided to visit your parents on the farm you grew up on. You had left your inner city home at eight o'clock that morning, and after two hours of driving through sleepy country road you arrive at the farm.

Spending the whole day around the farm, reminiscing your childhood, you felt like you were seven again, chasing the chickens and pissing off mom. Your parents served up your favorite food when you were young, stirring up more memories.

That afternoon you sat down with Momma and Poppa on the porch and just talked about things that came to mind. You took a short nap in your room, which was bare except for your bed and a poster of something you cannot recall.

That evening Momma served up a stew that you frankly did not like, but as a child pretended to love. You still did the same that night, just so you wouldn't hurt momma's feelings, as well as her cooking pride.

The time is now ten o'clock, and you have to hit the road lest you reach home an hour too late and miss work the next day. You bid goodbye to Mom and Dad, grab your keys, and head for home.



By now the dusty country road is deserted, and your headlights illuminating the path makes the scene eerie. You pop your favorite band's cassette into your car's cassette player and turn up the air conditioning.

Fifteen minutes later you see a car with its hood popped open, a man inspecting the engine with a torchlight . The car has probably broken down - what else would it be doing in the middle of a dark, deserted country road at this time? You slow down a bit, thinking to help the poor man. Then you remember what your mom had mentioned earlier that day.

[That afternoon, on the porch]
You (U): You're safe in here, right?
Mom (M): Yeah, we haven't been stabbed yet... oh, by the way, I was listening to the radio the other day, and I heard there was a serial killer on the loose. They say he was last spotted in town a few weeks ago. It's still speculation, though, just a few gossips from what I've heard.
U: Really?
M: Yeah... It is just speculation, so I'm not so sure...

[Back to the present]
You suddenly remember that the sleepy town your mom said the serial killer was last spotted in was just a mile or two away. You swallow hard. What if this is the serial killer?

By now you see the man trying to pull you over. Thoughts race through your head as you slow down. Mom did say it was just speculation, right? But what if it isn't? What if this is actually the serial killer??

By now your pants are wet. So, would you pull over to 'help' the 'stranded' man, or speed away into the night?