This happened about two years ago when I was 22. After work, I stopped at a local convenience store to buy beer. The cashier looked familiar, but it’s a very small town (pop. of 6000). He acted.. odd. I asked how he was doing to make small talk, and he just stared at me. I instantly felt uncomfortable, so I only glanced at him a few times before I left.

I arrived home ten minutes later and decided to browse Facebook. I had a friend request. The guy looked familiar. He was a local, so I accepted him. A few hours later I realized it was the cashier.. He’d got my name off my ID and added me not even five minutes after I left. I told my boyfriend. We agreed it was weird.

A few days later, he came in to my work. I asked my boss, she’d never seen him in there before. He grabbed milk and initiated small talk with me. I felt uncomfortable. He asked if I remembered him, told me his name, and that we’d been “good friends” in high school. (We never said two words to each other.) I was trying to be polite, told him yes, I remembered. After a few minutes, my boss pulled me in the office. She was watching through the window and could tell I was uncomfortable. It was a small pharmacy, and we were all close.

He started coming in every few days. If I wasn’t there, he’d ask for me. After a few weeks, my boss would pull me in the office whenever he’d walk in. All the managers were briefed and did the same. That was all they could do until “something happened.”

Then he stopped coming in. We didn’t see him for a few weeks. I was relieved and went about business. I was allowed to carry my cell phone on the floor. My mom was very sick, so if she needed anything, the managers were fine with her calling me. I got a text from a random number shortly after. I asked who it was, and they replied, “You don’t remember? You gave me this number! It’s (my stalker)!” I’ll call him George.

My heart started pounding. I sent a polite, short message back. After I work, I checked to see if my phone number was anywhere on my Facebook. It wasn’t. George started messaging me daily, calling me “sexy” or “babe.” I was freaked out to say the least. My boyfriend was working out of town with limited cell reception, so I couldn’t let him know what was going on.

A few days later, I got a message from an old classmate I still talked to once in awhile. “Hey, did George ever get ahold of you? He said there was an emergency and needed to contact you. Is everything alright?” I broke down crying. Finally acknowledging that, yes, I was being stalked. I didn’t know if he was violent, and he knew where I worked, so I sent him something like, “Hey, I just wanted to let you know that I have a boyfriend. I didn’t want there to be a misunderstanding between us!”

That’s when shit got bad. He called me a liar. A “stupid whore.” Telling me he doesn’t know why “my ugly ass would even think he was interested in me. No man would be interested in your nasty pussy.” I asked him to leave me alone. The insults got worse. Slut. Whore. Cunt. I shut my phone off, cried, and tried to ignore him. A few hours later, after calming down, I turned it back on and hesitantly checked. The last message he sent read, “You fucking cunt. I know where you work. I know where your house is. I could fucking kill you in your sleep and you wouldn’t see it coming. Try to call the cops on me. I’m in New York right now. Do it, bitch. They can’t protect you.” (Obviously not as legible. I could tell he was mad and wrote it in haste.)

I called a friend. Explained. Showed her the texts. She took me down to the police station, where I showed them the texts. I was shaking. I filed a report and later got a restraining order against him. Turns out, he already had two other restraining orders from girls he’d done this to, as well. My boyfriend came back a week later, I told him what happened, and had to stop him from hunting that sick fuck down. Last year, he tried getting my number from a friend over Facebook. She blocked him. I haven’t seen or heard from him since, thankfully. There have been very few times in my life I’ve been that scared. You hear about shit like this on the news or in documentaries, but never think it can happen to you. I slept with the light on for months.

(I also apologize for the massive essay.) TL;DR: Creepy fucker at a convenience store got my name off my license, immediately added me on Facebook, stalked me at work, and tricked a friend into giving him my number. I tried to politely turn him down.. Did not go well. He threatened to kill me, and I got a restraining order.

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