On the way home from the grocery store, I noticed the man was following me. He had been in the store and I had noticed him several times because he had been so close I had almost bumped into him. It was a weird kind of interaction because he never said anything. He never smiled, just stopped short so we wouldn’t run into each other and then would turn the other way. I usually walked to the store since it was so close, but this was the first time I had been upset about walking. I began to walk faster as he got closer.
“If you don’t stop following me, I’m going to call the police,” I said in a firm voice. All the man did was smile. I got my phone out of my purse and started dialing 911 as I backed up toward my house. Once I thought he wasn’t going to follow me, I turned and ran to my house. As soon as I got inside, I locked all the doors and watched out the front window, certain that he had not had the chance to follow me. But there he was, standing on my driveway. I dialed 911 again as I watched him turn around and head back toward the store.
I got the dispatcher on the phone and followed the man who had just followed me. As I described the man to the dispatcher, I followed him until he disappeared right in front of me.
Standing Room Only 