When The Hairs Stand Up On The Back Of Your Neck (G-uno)

I’m standing in the pouring cold rain trying to put my many bags of groceries into my trunk and out of the thin air he appears. I hear his words before I actually see him standing right beside my cart. “You decided to stop waiting for the rain to slow down.” The hair on the back of my neck immediately stood up, he was not standing with me or the other two ladies while we were discussing whether to wait a bit longer or make the run to our cars! I know this because as were standing in the garden section we had all commented on the fact that it was only the three of us, and the cashier. We joked that in this busy store we would probably never see it this empty again.

I looked at him, his face was without any particular expression as he watched me continue to load my groceries into the car. I did not speak back to him, my eyes were scanning to see if there was anyone else in the parking lot with us. My store’s parking lot is undergoing construction. The garden center parking lot was obscured by the black meshing used to keep the general population from entering or viewing the construction site. I realized that with the downpour of rain, and the other women being so far away that it would be almost impossible for them to hear me if I had to scream.

He speaks again “Do you think you have enough groceries to last you?” Now my eyes are searching my trunk for a weapon, loaded with my rain covered bags I realize I would have to unload some of them to reach anything. Again I look to his expressionless face for some sort of signal. He is staring at me, torrential rain steadily coming down. There wasn’t a single reason as to why this stranger who had obviously been watching me, would be standing in this downpour speaking to me this way that didn’t imitate the serial killer kidnapping scene of every horror movie I had ever seen!

I still had not spoken back. I placed my last bag into my trunk, and slammed it shut. My heart and thoughts both racing I pushed my empty cart between us reaching into my pocket positioning my keys between my fingers to use as a weapon. He continued staring at me with his expressionless face. He spoke again ” I asked you if you think you have enough groceries to last you…” taking his first steps closer to me. In my mind all I can think is oh my God it’s February I’m going to be kidnapped, and killed in this God forsaken month… I need to get into my car…

I had been told in a defense class by an offender never to be nice in a situation like this, that being mean would make someone who intends to attack you pause… So I yelled “Why the fuck are you talking to me get fuck away from me!” I was trying to look angry instead of terrified. He just stood there staring at me with those blank eyes. I jumped into my car and locked my door.

He did not move,I backed out and sped away. I am not easily frightened,but I will admit to you that I was pretty shaken by what had just happened. I was thinking as I drove that I should inform the store or report this incident to someone as I drove an ambulance was coming up behind me so I veered over to the right lane stopping for the ambulance to pass. I had the feeling that someone was staring at me so I looked over into the white truck beside me, and it was the same man! As soon as the light changed I took off. I took different roads other than my usual way home making sure that the little white truck could not follow me!

I made it home still nervously watching out for this man in complete fear that he would pop up again. I called my daughter to let her know what had just happened. I unloaded my groceries and dead bolted my back door. My daughter listened to my crazy story while I put away my things. The rain continued to pour, and then there was a loud knock at my front door! My daughter who was still on the phone with me could hear the loud knocking. She said “Don’t answer it Mom!” Believe  me I had no intention of answering that knock! As I sneaked to peek out the window heart pounding I saw the figure of the Verizon person walking away.

I don’t mind telling you I have never been so relieved to see a solicitor walking away from my door! Still a little paranoid I remarked to my daughter “Don’t you think it’s a little strange he’s out walking door-to-door in this rain?” 😉


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  1. #1 by Polysyllabic Profundities on February 10, 2015 - 1:06 am

    That is really scary. I was always told if you thought you were being followed, drive straight to the police station.

    • #2 by idioglossiablog on February 10, 2015 - 1:09 am

      Sound advice! I was so shaken that I just took off! Agreeably not the smartest move on my part.

      • #3 by Polysyllabic Profundities on February 10, 2015 - 1:09 am

        At least you are here to write about it….thank God for that!!

        • #4 by idioglossiablog on February 10, 2015 - 1:16 am

          I am grateful and still a bit shaken. I did report this to both the store and the police. Since I was not hurt in any way I don’t think this will be an investigative priority. I still felt like it should be reported. Thanks for the great advice and your concern.

  2. #5 by g2 on February 10, 2015 - 2:07 pm

    I would imagine the store probably took it more seriously than the police could or would. Sure, there isn’t a lot they could do, but they might strategically have someone hang in that area from time to time now. That’s awful… I know most stores will gladly escort someone to their car… even third world wal-mart… but that was strategic. Sounds like he knew when to strike when you were least cautious or felt any reason to be. Bless your instincts!

    • #6 by idioglossiablog on February 10, 2015 - 2:48 pm

      Great tips G2. I hate to admit it but I am still feeling a little shaken up over here. The store seemed concerned so maybe they will give this some more thought. The police are much too overwhelmed to be able to address this, but I still felt like it should be reported.

      • #7 by g2 on February 13, 2015 - 5:50 pm

        I wonder if notifying the local paper or maybe even the website of the local news might also be a good idea? With a description of the guy and his vehicle? Something tells me this isn’t the first he’s done this and def won’t be the last. Ugh… I hate this kind of shit… it make me wish Texas law prevailed. Sad part is you had no feeling of any unease until he was right on you. But it sounds like you handled it splendidly.

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