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So, this is one of the scariest days I've had in a long time. So here is how this started. From the begining.
I work at Wally world. All my friends know this. Well. I have this customer that comes in everyday. I see him ever day I work. Which never struck me odd before. You see. I work erattic hours. 6 am some days others in the evening. It's all over the place. Well. He see me all the time. I'm nice because I'm working. He's sweet and nice. Middle aged old man. He never buys anything. Just beelines for me and talks to me. Now, I have a hired ride too and from work. Some how this man knew when my ride had gone to Boston to pick up a friend. Knows my ride is in North Hampton. Knew when I went to NH. Spoke to me about it today. Spoke to me about NH another time. Knew what town I had been in actually. Which didn't throw me off until now because I thought i may have let it slip.
He asks me once ever other week if I need a ride home. Knew about last week when I was waiting in subway for my ride to come in. That was at 9 pm. Other times he's been outside of my work at 11:30 pm when I got out, offering to drive me home. I started getting creeped out. He sits and talks to me when I'm trying to work so I tell him I'm working and can't talk. Today he asked me if I needed a ride.
I said "No, I have one.", and he said to me "But he comes from so far away. I saw him in Boston"
I cocked and eye brow. "He doesn't live in Boston."
"Well, I see him in NoHo as well, thats where he's from."
I shrugged.
"Are you sure you don't need a ride?", He asked me.
I replied with "You don't know where I live."
"Yes. I do. You live *insert my address here*" And he smiled.
Then he walked across to the wall and stood and watched me for a few minutes. Entered our arcade that was next to him. Played shooter games. Came back. Stared. Paced. Came back. Stared. He did this from around 5-ish until 6.
He always comes and watches me. I always thought he was waiting for someone.
He follows me to the doors of my break-room talking to me at times as I ignore him.
I was wicked creeped out. So I talked to Denise, our csm. She told me after my break to talk to security. I took break. Stressed out. It couldn't pass fast enough. I signed back in. Melissa and Holly (the other csm's) to let them know why I wasnt getting on my register right away.
I went to security to talk to Sean, the security manager. They looked up my area and watched the guy doing this. Tell me how its really creepy. I ask if they can ask him to leave and they refuse. I ask if I can have a photo of his face to give to the police. They say no. They tell me to bring an escort to work and that there is nothing that they can do and its a matter for the cops, color me annoyed, and to let them know if he shows up and all they can do is ASK him to leave me alone. I went through work. Stressed. Twitchy.
My ride got me and I spoke to him. He mentioned at least once he's seen a car parked at the end of our street on days he's dropped me off, AFTER he dropped me off. Followed us then parked at the end of the street. We have had people follow us up my street before and drive by. It never bothered me before. A neighbor maybe. But so late at night. And fairly often its happened. But again. Specutlation.
I went to the police just to talk to them about all these odd things. They told me its not stalking unless he threatens to rape of kill me. Its not stalking unless he physically hurts me. That following me. Knowing where I live (when I'm not listed) knowing where I vacation. Knowing where my ride goes. That's apparently not stalkerish at all. Unless he breaks the law, threatens, or harms me they can do nothing.
He always tells me I'm pretty. Touches my hair sometimes. Flirts when I ignore him. Its scaring me. What if he follows me home again? So what am I to do, LET him do something to me????
