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Almost Murdered On A Camping Trip

This happened two years ago (August 11, 2018) and since the anniversary just passed I thought I should finally share this story.
My fiancé and I were on the second night of our two night camping trip at a popular campground about a half hour from where we live. For reference, my fiancé is black. We live in a predominantly white, conservative, and racist area. This is important later.
On our first night, we kept hearing noises in the woods around us. The campsite right beside ours to the right was occupied but the one to the left was not. The campsites are about 150 yards apart and we had camped here in the same exact plot the year before. Needless to say, we were familiar with the area and the various kinds of animals that live in the woods. The first night, we heard shuffling around our tent. It was obviously something large moving around. We brushed it off and assumed it was just a deer. Now back to the main event.
On August 11, we spent the day at the battle fields a town over with my family. They had all been invited to join us for the day by my fiancé as a surprise for me while he proposed to me. We stayed with my family into the evening, about 6pm, before heading back to our campsite. When we got back, things were really odd. Someone had obviously been in our tent. Our blankets were thrown around, clothes were on the floor, and my backpack had been rearranged and I was missing underwear. But hey, we were stupid 19 year olds and decided that since whoever had busted in had left and hadn't taken anything important, it was fine and they wouldn't come back.
So we set up a campfire and sat out until it was dark roasting hot dogs and s'mores, smoking cigarettes, and celebrating our engagement. Around 9:30 pm we put out our fire and decided to go into our tent for the night to "celebrate" a little more. Nothing too loud or obnoxious. Immediately after we finished, we started to hear the noises outside of our tent again. But this time we focused in. We heard clear footsteps and at one point, a man whispering. We looked at each other and our eyes got wide. Someone was definitely walking around outside our tent. We were still and completely silent, just listening to the footsteps and we heard whispering again. Shit. Make that TWO men walking around our tent.
As if we had the ability to read minds, my fiancé said "I have to go to the bathroom" and I agreed. The bathroom was up the hill from our site. Most people who were in lower sites like ours drove their cars up to the bathroom. Now here is the part I still get chills thinking about. We got up and were getting dressed, my fiancé had just turned on the light in our tent and put his binder on when a man spoke directly to us from right outside the tent: "what are you doing".
I can't even describe how malicious and menacing this voice sounded. It was clearly directed at us and he said it with a snicker. He was watching us through the walls of the tent.
Again for this part: we were stupid 19 year olds. So we decided to just run for it to the car. My fiancé grabbed his pocket knife and his keys and stepped out of the tent. He pulled me with him and we ran like hell to the car. I heard the footsteps running behind us and then turning and running up to another campsite. At the bathroom, we talked over our options. We talked about sleeping in the car or driving into the town. Then we had another idea. We drove back down to our campsite and began packing everything into the car. At this point it was around midnight. We moved faster than I think either of us thought possible, wrapping up the tent with our belongings still in it and grabbing our folding chairs. We were all packed in five minutes and hopped into the car to leave. I jumped out at the end of the drive and grabbed our name plate (which had my full name on it) off of the post.
As we pulled out of the campsite, I saw our assailants for the first time. Stalking through the woods onto our campsite were two tall white men. I realized that these were the same men who had been driving past our campsite the whole time we were there, just glaring at us and muttering to each other. One was wearing camo hunting gear, and the other was wearing a confederate flag tank top. Both were carrying large hunting knives, unsheathed and at the ready. They turned when they saw our car driving away and one started to make chase until the other stopped him. I made eye contact with the man in camo and he smiled the most terrifyingly evil smile at me and shook his head slowly.
We drove the long way home, taking all the weirdest, hardest to follow roads and called my dad so he would know we were coming. When we got home, we told my dad everything and he shrugged it off as us being paranoid. So I never told anyone else besides all of you now.
I am convinced to this day that this was going to be a racially motivated attack. The campground was not heavily populated and my fiancé was the only nonwhite person at any of the campsites. It was no accident that the two men who had been shadowing us since our arrival and wore confederate flags and had one on their truck decided to target the interracial couple.
I still get cold chills when I think about how close we were to being killed or seriously hurt that night and just how lucky we were that our reckless plan to just make a run for it worked. So to those men who stalked our campsite with the hunting knives, let's not meet.