I’m a 26 year old girl that lives alone in a basement apartment with my dog.
Last Easter (my dog was only about 3 month old at the time), I took her out to do her thing before going to bed. This was around 1:30 am. We went to the yard, pitch black (street lights are kind of far away so the only light out was from peoples windows. She’s doing her thing, and I’m talking to her. I look up and look into my neighbours yard (no fence, just 2 medium sized trees are between our yards), and I see this tall man. I’m guessing around 2 meters tall. The guy is around 3-4 meters away from me, and just stands there and stares.
All the sudden he starts walking from the yard towards the street. I do the same (my front door was open, didn’t want to risk anything). When I come to my door, I see the guy. He stands in front of my neighbours house and he just stares back. I stood there for about 2 minutes, just trying to see what the fuck he was doing. Than he start walking up the stairs of the house and it looks like he’s going in. At that point I decide that I just have a creepy neighbour and go in to my apartment.
I sit down on the couch and continue watching the Tv. Than I start seeing someone blocking a beam of light that comes in through my curtains. And again it gets blocked …. was like someone was walking in my yard. I mute the TV, but hear nothing (the weather was very cold so the grass was crispy). I stand up,and lift my curtains up (note that I live in a basement), and there he is. Our faces were too close to each others, on the opposite side of the window. I managed to keep my cool and stared back. The guy just stood up and walked slowly away in the crispy grass (went to my neighbours yard again).
I freaked out and called the cops.
And now, maybe 1 month ago, I’m watching Tv with the dog. All the sudden she starts growling, hairs on the back go up and teeth showing. There he was again, same window.
Now I always have the curtains down, have a security system and always take a flash light with me to the yard if its dark.
I was in about the 4th or 5th grade and finally old enough to walk home by myself from school like a big kid. It wasn’t a very long path, but I felt a sense of pride in it, as if every single one of those footsteps were tiny bridges bringing me closer and closer to my ultimate independence. Looking back now, it’s eerie to think how close my first steps of freedom were to making me run for my life. It was the mid 90s and we had just moved to Miami, Florida. Shortly after we got there, news broke out over an abduction, rape and murder of a boy only a grade older than me. His name was Jimmy Ryce. It was the first time I learned that there were bad people around who did bad things.
I’ll never forget how much my parents and teachers stressed me not to talk to strangers, how to dial 911, and other hints, tips and tricks to help keep me safe after that. I think it’s safe to say I was a bit more cautious and aware of my surroundings than I would have been otherwise had it not been for Jimmy. Well on this particular day when I was walking down the avenue home from school, I noticed something strange that caught my attention. The same old junky car sitting at the stop sign in front of me was sitting at the last two stop signs behind me. As soon as I would cross the street in front of the car, the driver would zip around and the block and be at the next stop sign, once again waiting for me to cross the road.
But after about 3 more blocks of this, I turned down the last street to my house and he drove away. I remember thinking it was weird, but I figured that he have been lost or something. Just a strange coincidence. I didn’t think too much about it after that. Fast forward a few weeks later and it’s Friday. I’m super excited for the weekend and my best friend Luis is walking home with me so we can play video games and watch movies after school.
Well as we’re walking home together, I noticed that same old junky car pull up to the stop sign. Words cannot begin to describe the speed at which my brain re-calculated the previous event, which I had almost forgotten, and refiled the thoughts I harbored of him “probably being lost”, and replaced them with the “oh my god” as I realized I was possibly being targeted by this person.
As soon as I noticed him I tried to play it cool. I didn’t want him to read my face. I told Luis not to look, but gave him the run down that the same car ahead of us at the stop sign had followed me one time when I was walking home, and that we needed to make a plan. As we crossed the street I tried to nonchalantly draw my eyes over to the drivers seat to see the face of the man inside the car, but his tints were so strong that I couldn’t see anything but the silhouette of a man facing directly at me.
I’ve read a few times before that when someone points a gun at you and you’re in their cross-hairs, your body can somehow sense it, even miles away. I suppose it’s the same way you can feel it when someone is looking at you in a room. Now I don’t think this person had a gun pointed at me, but my body could feel his eyes watching me while I crossed the road in a way that gave me feel terribly uneasy. The only way to describe it was feeling like a big hungry alligator was really mad at me and I didn’t know why.
My skin was crawling as he turned around the street and pulled up again in front of the next stop sign. I could tell by the way he drove that his attitude was different this time. The first time it seemed he was trying to be inconspicuous and just blend in, this time I think he knew that I knew what was happening, and he drove with more bravado, and would inch the car closer to us at the stop sign to intimidate us whereas before he would stay fairly well behind the white line. It felt like he was getting himself pumped up for something.
We were totally freaked out, but we were still trying our hardest to play it cool and act like we didn’t notice. While he drove around the block to meet us at the stop sign at the street my house was on, we planned to write his license plate numbers down. As the car pulled up to the stop sign, we made a right instead of crossing him, and Luis pulled the pencil and paper out of his backpack and I read him the plate numbers real quick.
He definitely noticed what was going on, because he peeled away from the stop sign to go back around the block again. At this point he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. It was time to run.
As soon as he turned the corner we bolted all the way to my house as fast as we could move. I don’t know if I said anything to Luis, or if we were communicating telepathically to each other, but somehow we both knew we had to get inside my house before he could see which house we were going to. Anyway, i’ll never forget this, but as soon as we were crossing the final street two houses from my house I looked down the road to see if he was there and I saw him turn a sharp corner super fast about 300 ft away and just saw him flooring the car so he could intercept us.
Before that moment I had only seen him pulling up to the stop sign, but this time I was seeing just how aggressively he was actually pursuing us and it was scary as fuck. Luckily enough we were fast and able to unlock the door and get inside just before he pulled down our street. I stared out the peek-hole and watched his car slowly drive around a few times before he finally disappeared. I called my mom and told her to come home because we just got chased my some weird man and she rushed home and we told her everything. Thankfully, my mother works in corrections, and as soon as we told her the story and that we had his license plate numbers she was able to send a few police officers she worked with over to visit the guy.
I don’t know if I’ll ever really know what happened, but she told me that the cops found the location of the owner of the vehicle and decided to go have a chat with him “off the record”. I didn’t know it at the time, but I found out years later that she went with them. She said he was some thirty something year old guy living with his parents, and that he denied everything, and his parents were surprised, but that the cops thought he was a fucking weirdo and didn’t believe anything he said. They told him they were going to be watching him cause they know what he was doing and that if I ever saw him again they were gonna personally come back for him and they scared the shit out of him.
I never saw him again.
One Saturday night when I was twelve I had stayed up until 1 AM watching a movie on TV. The movie had ended when I noticed headlights out the window. I opened the curtains to see a red pickup driving slowly (maybe 5 mph) with the brights on and some big, frustrated looking dude with a tank top on searching thoroughly for something. At the time I thought his pet of some sort had gotten out and he was looking for it now, so I dismissed it and went to brush my teeth. After brushing my teeth, I looked out the window again to see a figure dash past the window, came back, stopped, then approached the window.
It was a twenty-something dude with a neckbeard and messed up hair in just whitey tities looking frantically at me. He told me to let him to use the phone and I just looked at him, and laughed while telling him no. He then got really panicy and started banging om the window and screaming for me to let him in. I was really scared at that point because he was hitting the window so hard I thought it would break so he could come in. My dad came out of his room to see what was going on. He yelled at the window dude, but he wouldn’t leave. After a little bit the same truck came down the street and the window dude bolted. He never came back and there has been no other creepy incidents since that day. I still have nightmares of the window dude actually breaking the window and coming in to kill me.