In January 1978, I slept in my bed at the Chi Omega sorority house at Florida State University as Ted Bundy stalked nearby.  He grabbed an oak log from a stack of firewood, slipped through an unlocked door, and headed up the back steps where he found my door unlocked. I remember the attack vividly. Bundy bashed me once in the head with the log and then attacked my roommate. He heard me moaning and came to finish me off. He never let his victims live. But he stopped suddenly when a bright light filled the room. He fled the sorority house and the light disappeared.   Bundy wasn’t my...