Spooky times in my life....

I have always been facinated by anything I can read on The Zodiac. With good reason.
The summer of 1972 my husband Phil and I went to Lake Berryessa. I was 20, he was 25. We were not exactly rolling in money. We were camping out, sleeping in the back of an old station wagon we'd bought for things like camping. It was about 3:00 a.m. and we'd been sound asleep. I came awake to a very bright light. It was a car that had driven up the little dirt road to where we were camped. It was sitting behind us a bit with the bright lights on. I have never been so terrified before or since. Something deep inside me said if I didn't move and move fast we were dead. To this day I believe the deciding factor in our survival was a combination of me, moving at lightning speed over that back seat to open the door and Phil's dad's dog Dexter, a black lab who had been sleeping in the back seat. Dex charged out of the car snarling and growling. Still, the car remained for a moment, then backed down the hill excruciatingly slow. Almost insultingly slow. It backed down the hill, pulled on the highway, which at 3:00a.m. was deserted and dark, and sat as if to contemplate the situation. Or maybe to engrave in his memory our likeness for the future...? Then the lights blinked high/low...high/low. The car slowly drove off.
I was shaking. Even after I made Phil drive to a paying campground with cabins and we were locked inside I was still shaking. I fell asleep when dawn broke.
To this day I believe we almost met The Zodiac.