This Short Story Is Scary AF — But The True Event That Inspired It Is Even Creepier

I was never one for scary stories growing up. I was, quite simply, too scared. I was a chicken, through and through. I didn’t like Goosebumps. I didn’t like horror movies. I read Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark and Coraline, but only in broad daylight (I still spent all night cowering under my covers, certain that my bedspread was all that separated me from an army of slavering liches).

I started to come around as an older teen, when I was introduced to Shirley Jackson and Stephen King. I even started to enjoy a creepy ambiance in my literature, as long as I knew that it wasn’t for real. But then, freshman year of college, I was handed a short story that made me want to dive straight under my covers all over again:

Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? by Joyce Carol Oates.

If you haven’t read it before (and you should), the story follows a pretty, 15-year-old girl named Connie. She knows that she’s pretty. She likes going out with her friends, and rolling her eyes at her mother. And one day, two boys pull up in a car, and ask her to get in. She does. The car drives away.

That’s it. That’s the whole plot.

And it’s terrifying, not least because it’s based on an actual serial killer.

Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? is a master class in building suspense — even before the gold-painted jalopy pulls up in Connie’s driveway, we have a sense that something is… off. Connie doesn’t know the boys in the car. She saw one of them while out on the town, a boy with wild, wig-like hair, but they didn’t speak. He’s the one doing the talking now. There’s no one else around for miles. Her family is gone for the afternoon. And at first she’s nervous in a flattered, teenaged way, trying to impress a cute boy who wants to take her for a ride.

But the more she stands out there talking to him, the more Connie starts to realize that something is wrong:

Arnold Friend asks her to get into the car. Connie refuses, but she doesn’t go back inside. The more they talk, the more Arnold Friend reveals: he knows her name, he knows her family is gone, he knows she’s going to get into the car. Connie notices that he’s older than she is, only pretending to be a teen. His boots are stuffed to make him seems taller. His friend is older, too, and strangely quiet. And if she doesn’t get into the car, he’s going to hurt her.

At long last she goes with him, blankly, as though he’s put her under some kind of spell. And that’s it.

For years, readers have theorized that Arnold Friend is the devil, or they’ve tried to puzzle out the necrotic meaning of the numbers in his "secret code." And honestly, I prefer the devil explanation, because the actual story that inspired Joyce Carol Oates is entirely horrific:

In 1964, an adult man named Charles Schmid liked to creep on high school girls in Tuscon, Arizona. He was only 5’3", but wore cowboy boots stuffed with crushed cans and rags to make himself taller. He also wore makeup to make himself look younger or just… creepier: white lipstick, dark tan foundation, dyed black hair, artificially stretched lips, and a fake mole on his cheek. He was popular with the ladies, though, and he frequently lied his way into dating teenagers. He’s often called the "Pied Piper of Tucson."

And then he decided to kill a girl.

He picked Alleen Rowe, a 15-year-old high school student. With the aid of his 17-year-old "girlfriend," Mary French, and his friend, John Saunders, Schmid lured Alleen out of her mother’s house in the dead of night, promising to take her to a party. Instead, the trio took her into the desert to assault and murder her. Her skull was cracked with a rock.

Schmid did the same to 16-year-old Gretchen Fritz the following year, along with her 13-year-old sister Wendy. But this time, he bragged about the murders to Richie Bruns, another one of his creepy friends. Bruns was apparently OK with Schmid’s crimes at first, and helped him bury the bodies. But then Bruns developed a crush on a young woman of Tucson, and started to fear that she was next on Schmid’s list. At long last, someone turned Schmid in, and the Pied Piper and his accomplishes were all rounded up and put away.

The facts of the case are horrifying enough as it is. But Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? manages to capture the horror without showing us the crime itself. It distills one man’s gruesome hate for young girls into one supremely unsettling work of prose. And it is a masterfully creepy short story, whether you are a fan of true crime or not.

So go read it. But be sure to keep the lights on.

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