The Stalker

One day, after night class I was really hungry and wanted to go to Walmart to grab some things to snack on. Since it was after 10pm, and I live in a city, I asked my roommate to go with me. We had driven to school in separate cars and we both drove there, parked near each other, and entered and exited the building together relatively intact.

As we were leaving a truck circled us. This guy leaned out his window and said, “Hey I’m new here. Do you know where [so-and-so] street is?” I told him I had no idea and continued to put my groceries in my car. He looked at me for a moment, and then reiterated that he’s new here, paused for a moment, then asked me if I had a boyfriend. I snapped yes, hopped into my car, and sped out of the parking lot.

Now, I live less than a mile away from Walmart, in a gated apartment complex. As I’m waiting for the gate to open for me, I noticed headlights in my mirror, and to my horror I think that it’s the same truck from Walmart. As I’m trying to find a parking space, I convince myself that I’m overreacting, and remind myself that the guy across from us drives a similar vehicle. There are no parking spaces, and I’m forced to park a ways away from my apartment, and walk through a space that is hidden from the road. As I reach the door my roommate met me and said, “I’ve called you twice! That truck is the same guy that was talking to you, isn’t it? He’s been circling the complex!” I guess I was lucky he didn’t see me park. We turned off the lights and watched him circle a few more times before he disappeared into the night.

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