So I posted this in the General Glocking forum this morning before many pointed out that it belongs somewhere else. If you've already read it I apologize. If not, please add your story or comment on mine. o I've searched all over GT, but have been unable to find a thread specifically dedicated to SHTF stories. I would like to hear the stories, not only b/c they are probably interesting, but we could probably all learn a few things in the process. Forgive me if there actually is a thread out there for this, I just couldn't find it. So I'll start.... I was 18 (not armed) and it was the summer before my freshman year of college (2002). My family owned a little car wash in the small college town and I, with a female friend, were there cleaning up the car wash and my car around 6 PM. I was vacuuming my car on the driver's side and my friend was standing on the passenger's side. I heard a car door shut behind me, but didn't really pay any attention. Then I heard my friend say in an unmistakably shaky voice, "Ben, Ben, Ben." I turned around and saw a bald man, about 6'3", 240 lbs. wearing black pants and a camouflage jacket zipped all the way up (in freaking June) standing behind me with this crazy look in his eyes. I knew something wasn't right. The car he got out of sped off. He said "Hey man, can I borrow your car?" At that moment I knew things were about to get bad. I said no. So without missing a beat he said it again. "Hey man, can I borrow your car?" I realized there obviously was something wrong with this guy but said no again. Then he actually asked again, "Hey man, can I borrow your car?" Only this time he pulled about a switchblade that was probably 7 inches long and stuck it to my chest. He didn't stab me, but he held it just an inch or so away. I thought I was going to die. From here the whole situation was in slow motion. I heard my girl friend kind of make a whimper as I took one step back from the guy. He didn't advance. There was a gas station directly across the road from us (about 50 yards) so I looked at her and said, "Run." She said, "What?!" So I repeated. She took off running. At that moment he looked at her and I ran around him too, both of us sprinting towards the gas station (I knew they kept a shotgun behind the counter). This is where the story gets crazy. Believe it or not, the guy started chasing us. The good news is that he was overweight and a little slow (in more ways than one), so we were able to outrun him. I ran in the gas station and yelled some mumbled madness about a knife and being chased. The guy behind the counter obviously thought that we must be on drugs. So what did he do?? Handed me the phone across the counter to call 911. I looked back and the man was entering the parking lot and would be in the store in 10 seconds or less. Then I pointed to the guy and the clerk realized what was actually happening. He told me to get in the back and he grabbed his shotgun. When the man entered the store he ran right into the clerk with a shotgun aimed at his head. At that point the man stopped, turned around and the car that had sped off was sitting there waiting for him. He got in and left. At that time I told the 911 operator what happened. The WV State Police showed up approximately 45 minutes later (Awesome response time). My Dad came from a town about 10 miles away and actually beat them there. As it turns out, the man was a schizophrenic and had escaped from a local hospital earlier in the day and had not been taking his medicine. The police apprehended him an hour later in a town 8 miles down the road while he was trying to hold up another gas station with the same knife. So that's it. My SHTF story. Hopefully nothing like that will ever happen again. However, if it does, I'll be ready. Looking back on the event. The guy would have killed me no problem since he was out of his mind. Additionally, he probably would have gotten away with it since he was crazy. I'm not sure a gun would have stopped him before he could have stabbed me b/c he was nuts and so close (unless there was a well placed shot or two). I guess I would have been justified in shooting him if I would have had a gun. I'm interested to hear your comments and stories. Sorry for such a long post. I tried to keep it as brief as possible.