East Saint Louis, Illinois, is probably one of the worst slums in America, and the most disreputable scum manage to survive there. It is so bad, I don’t think they even resettle Third World refugees there.
There are some relatively decent people who do live there, but they are trapped like flies in a spider web. Self-defense is their ONLY defense, as the cops are not exactly the most responsive there.
One of the most terrifying nights of my life was spent in a phone booth in East St. Louis.
I was an 18 y.o. girl,took a wrong turn, it was snowing, my car ran out of gas.
I was trying to call for help when 3 characters surrounded the phone booth, & started rocking it, with me inside struggling to keep the door shut. They got tired & left, but everytime I’d start to make a run for it back to my car, more scary-ass creatures would slink out of the shadows. No cops or tow truck ever came & I ran out of coins. Finally the sun came up & I found my way to a corner grocery, where a cashier who looked like a hooker got her boyfriend to go get me some gas in a gas can.