Christine from Luton

I was working in a shop just stacking shelves in the evening, while I was going through a divorce.

This particular day I had just taken my children to school and was getting in my car which was parked in the supermarket car park.  The car had central locking like so many cars these days.  I got in one side and this bloke got in the other.  I was so scared but I knew this man he was a security man where I worked.  He seemed upset and told me he had just come back from his wife s funeral.  I was stupid and took him home for a coffee.  He saw a picture of my daughter and said she looked like his daughter who had died.  After that day we used to talk on the phone.  I felt sorry for him that was my big mistake.  After a few weeks of talking to him on the phone he moved to London. but we still kept talking then one night while I was talking to him his front door bell went and then I heard a bang. He said I have been shot, then the phone line went dead.  I rang back and his housemate said he had been shot by someone driving passed he had phoned the police and an ambulance.  I found out which hospital he had been taken to and I went to visit him the following day.

When I got there the police took me one side for a statement and called me his girlfriend I pointed out I was not his girl friend.  The police gave me a newspaper in which he had told the story of how he was shot and all about me.

It turns out he shot himself why i will never know.  His wife is alive and so is his daughter.  The police had my phone number changed.  I learnt a strong lesson that day, never to trust anyone.

They may not be what they seem.

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