Val, I'm so sorry. But please listen to me ... BE CAREFUL! This guy is obviously deranged and crazy. He may try to retaliate after the cops call him today. You need to be very careful if you go out alone at night. Let me tell you about my experience -- it's a long story.
When I was 19, I started working in Manhattan at a large law firm -- my first "real" grown up job. After working about 5 or 6 months, I began to notice this middle aged guy in a lot of places -- on the train or express bus, outside of my office building occassionally and sometimes at places I'd go eat for lunch. But I never really paid him any attention because I just figured he worked in the same area as me. But then he started making eye contact with me and giving me these creepy, leery smiles. Then one day out of the blue, while I was walking from the train station to work, he came up to me and said "Good morning Jennifer." I almost had a heart attack!! I said, "Who are you and how do you know my name" and he said (which scared the HELL out of me), "I know everything about you Jennifer Lynn. Where you work, what train you take, where you live. I know that you when you eat at Wendys, you dip your french fries in a frosty. I know everything about you." I remember what he said to me EXACTLY! Well I'm sure you can guess my reaction … I RAN LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL TO WORK!!
When I got to work I called my parents and the cops. My dad took me to file a police report. But basically the police said they couldn't do anything to him because he hadn't threatened me or tried to hurt me -- also, I didn't know who the guy was, I didn't even know his name. But I was still scared $hitless. My dad drove me into work for the next week but that couldn't last forever so I started to take the train again. I didn't see the guy for a few weeks and then it started again. He would always say hello or hi and smirk at me in some sick way. By this time, my dad was picking me up after work (which wasn't easy because he worked in Brooklyn and I worked in Manhattan -- he had to drive through all that crazy traffic every night!!) Whenever my dad would pick me up, we never saw the guy. It was like he saw my dad and then just left so that there would not be a fight or argument. But my dad is smart (and sneaky). One night after work he said that he wasn't coming to get me. So I left my building and the creep was outside and started following me. Then out of nowhere my dad and 3 of my cousins jumped out of a car. They said to me where's the guy and I pointed him out -- he was walking practically right behind me. So my dad and cousins surrounded the guy and basically threatened his life! They grabbed him by the shirt and were yelling at him and shaking him. The guy said that he never touched me and it's not illegal to say hi to someone. My dad forced the creep give him his wallet so that he could look at his ID and get his name. Then my dad threw him on the floor and said if he ever even looked at me again, he'd have both his knees broken.
After that I didn't see him for awhile -- about 6 weeks. Then he started in again. He must have thought that my dad wasn't serious. He tried to kiss me and I then I ran and he chased me into my office building at 9 a.m. in the morning on a crowded Manhattan street in broad daylight!!! I won't go into detail but my dad and cousins basically beat the crap out of him. They had his address from when they looked at his drivers license. After that, I never saw the guy again.
The point of my story is that the guy got MORE and MORE aggressive each time and he got worse each time something was done to him. So Val please be careful with this creep -- he may seem "harmless" now because it's over the phone but he may get aggressive once the police get involved. He's already proven that he's determined because he keeps calling after your hubby threatened him -- in fact, you said he got WORSE than before. Please carry pepepr spray on you (just to be safe) -- at that time, I even carried 2 box cutters. You never know when you might need it and I hope that you never do. But sweetie, you know the saying … better safe then sorry. |