If You See A String Tied To Your Car Door Handle, Do Not Call The Police

Recently, there’s been a buzz about spotting peculiar items on cars, ranging from water bottles and cash to even a piece of cheese. Yes, you heard it right! Viral videos are at the heart of these stories, suggesting that encountering such objects on your car could be a sign that you might be targeted by traffickers or kidnappers. The tale goes that these shady characters are waiting for that opportunity when you, of course, get out of your car to remove these objects, making you vulnerable to abduction.

Adding to this, a new video has emerged showing a woman in a parking lot. She films cars with a wire twisted around their door handles. As the video continues, a voiceover reads out a caption, “WTF is this a joke? Someone better not get kidnapped.” It sends chills down your spine, doesn’t it?

There are voices out there insisting that this woman had every reason to be alarmed. The belief is that tying a wire, string, or even a zip-tie onto a car door is a method wannabe kidnappers use. The story goes that the wire or string is meant to delay you, the intended victim, as you try to remove it, providing an ideal moment for the wrongdoers to strike. Some well-meaning folks have advised that on spotting such a string or wire on your car, it’s best to calmly walk away, get to a more crowded place, and seek help.

But here’s the comforting part: the likelihood of this story being true is incredibly slim. This whole “wire trick” notion first made its way around Facebook back in 2015. According to the Poynter Institute, when this was checked with the authorities in Canada, where the story originated, there were no kidnapping reports related to this so-called tactic. Moreover, organizations fighting against sex trafficking haven’t identified it as a known trend.

Fast forward four years, we started hearing social media alarms in Texas and Michigan. These claims were brushed off by the Director of the Human Trafficking and Social Justice Institute at the University of Toledo, Ohio, calling them “ridiculous”. Simultaneously, police labeled these tales as nothing more than an “urban legend or scare-lore”.

Rather than being a cause for panic, experts recommend being mindful of the real tactics traffickers use. Primarily, the Internet is their hunting ground, where they reach out to people, or they may target someone they already know. The scary thought of being preyed upon as a stranger in a parking lot is, fortunately, a rare occurrence, authorities assure.

In essence, while these tales might make our hair stand on end, rest assured the majority of them are more akin to myths than reality. Next time you notice something odd on your car, it might just be a harmless prank by kids, rather than anything sinister.

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