When Fear Becomes a Kidnapper

Our plans for the June weekend were simple: camp on Friday and Saturday night in a pretty little mountain campground and drive our youth group down to San Juan Capistrano on Sunday for a beach outing. Saturday evening, a group of motorcyclists roared into the campground. Shouting that there were children asleep, the camp manager ordered them to get out. They left as noisily as they had come in. I drifted back to sleep. Bam Bam Gunshots jolted me awake "It won't work to shoot 'em in the head," a man's voice said. "When they do the autopsy, it will show they were shot with a 410." "Get the rope and turn the lights on this bunch of trees and start here If you find any little ones, just hang 'em in their bags " Frantically tearing the back screen from our tent and awaking my twelve-year-old daughter, we began a terrifying two-week flight for help and survival This is our true story.