I had been hitch hiking back then, and I found myself in AZ, on I-40. Got picked up, and asked the Driver where he was stopping, to which he replied, "Needles. Just over the line. Be there in about thirty minutes."
At that moment a woman's voice, in my head, said, "Don't go to Needles, Marty. If you've gone to Needles, you've gone too far." And of course this freaked me out, as it was a first and only time that's ever happened to me.
Shakily I told the Driver that I wasn't wanting to go that far, and asked if he could drop me off at the next exit. He dropped me off on an overpass and went on his way. Across the overpass I noticed a truck stop, so I headed there. I got me a coffee and went to one of the concrete tables out front. As I sat down, I noticed that a bus had pulled in, and college aged kids were exiting. I turned my attention to my coffee when I hear, "Hey Marty! Over here! Hi Marty!"
I looked to my right, and three young ladies from the bus, were jumping up and down, waving. This really gave me the chills, so I stood up and made my way to the entrance of the truck stop.
A young couple had crossed my path, and as they were nearing the entrance, the young lady looked directly at me with pure hatred and yelled, "We got your ass now Marty!" The guy with her was trying to get her inside, and she learned back and again, shouted, "We got your ass now! You hear me? We got you now!".
Goes without saying that I was in full panic mode, and I hurriedly headed back across the overpass. All I was thinking was that they knew who I was, and that was definitely a bad thing.
I had reached the other end and I noticed a large concrete culvert that ran under all four lanes of the interstate. I headed there. I needed to think. I needed to quit shaking, but the panic was turning into full blown terror. Something was coming, I was sure of it. Something worse than death itself.