I feel like I'm being followed right now. Well not at this exact moment but awhile ago. Two incidents occurred before and I thought that was the end of it then. Now I see it has resurfaced.
Let me go back and explain how this stalking this started. Well it was the late afternoon around when school started up again and I was just hanging out at home. I forget how I noticed the man outside just sitting in his maroon car. Maybe it was because he just looked like he didn't belong here or I just got done watching a scary movie that triggered something in my mind. Regardless of that I did indeed notice this man in a white button down shirt, bald, glasses, and smoking. I kept peeking out the window to see if he was still there and I saw him looking in his fold down mirror and check himself. Then he did the oddess thing, he pulled out mouthwash and started rinsing his mouth out. After he was satified he spit the liquid out the window, started up his car, and left.
Another day or maybe it was later that same day just at night? I don't remember. Another person in a jeep was parked somewhere near where this man earlier was. The man had a laptop and was doing something and at first glance I thought it was a cop. But why wasn't he in a cop car? Then I thought he could be an undercover cop! Why though?
Nothing like that happens in real life, so that was automatically crossed out. The other option in my mind was someone hired to watch a person and see their routine or something? I didn't figure it out and finally let the whole thing of people watching my family go after school started.
Now to the present, today, November 20, 2008. Why is that same guy out there? What the fuck is going on here? I thought this whole weird paranoia was over and done with! I come home, eat, and go out to walk my dog up the street and guess who happens to be parked opposite my house. THAT MAN. In that maroon car, glasses, head still bald. I try not to panick walking up the street toward Hillard. My mind is of course racing at this point and I act as normal as I can. I keep glancing back at the man and he is smoking a cigarette(I am still comtemplating whether I should go outside and pick it and put it in a platic bag for DNA evidence) in his car with his drivers window all the way open and his radio on. Just the radio, not the engine. At this point I turn back around to head back to my house. I was hoping he didn't notice my west hoodie indicating the school I attend, I zip my coat up concealing the hoodie as a precaution pretending it was too cold. As I near my drive about two houses away I notice he turned his car on. The red brake lights are on and he is just finishing his cigarette. I slow my pace to see what he does next. He takes his time putting the car into drive and driving away down the street toward the pet shop. I don't go into my driveway until I know he's gone. He turned right and I was thinking maybe he spotted me looking his way and thought it best to drive around the block, you know how it goes.
Going inside I unleash my dog and go to tell my dad what happend, again. All he said was the guy must've been warming up his car(which I know is total bullshit) and lives in one of the apartments. Then I call Jamie and tell her. She of course recalls me telling her of the other situation happening.
A strange day, very strange.
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