Real Encounters

*We were stalked and almost killed by a crazy prostitute*

This is going to be extremely long, so I apologize in advance. I'm not entirely sure if my story should be posted here, since we knew who was stalking us the whole time but just couldn't prove it; and technically it wasn't JUST me who was being stalked, but my whole family. I'm going to post anyway, though, because the experience was fucking terrifying.

To give a little bit of background information: this started in the winter of 2012. I was 23 years old at the time, and living with my dad. My mom and my brother were living in another house about ten minutes away from us.

One morning, I woke up around 8 AM because I had an early doctor’s appointment, and I went outside to see a note pinned to the windshield wiper of our car. The note said: “I’m going to kill you, fucking pedophile scum.” I kind of just laughed it off – I assumed the note was for my dad, who had a habit of complaining to parents in our neighborhood about their children shitty behavior (there were these twin boys who liked to try and catch and torture squirrels, he often marched them home by the ears to complain about them to their parents). I thought one of the parents was just being a douchebag, so my dad and I didn’t bother with it too much.

Later in the day, while talking to my mom on the phone, I mentioned the note to her off-handedly in a very casual way, and I was shocked by her response. She responded by very emphatically warning me several times to make sure all of my windows and doors were locked, and to bring a weapon to bed with me at night. I was a bit taken aback because she’d never said anything to me like that before – she’d never even given me the “good touch, bad touch” talk. She reminded me at least twelve times over the course of the conversation to bring a knife or a baseball bat to bed with me, and to lock my bedroom door at night. I thought she was just overreacting, so I waved her off.

Then other weird things started happening: we started getting random packages and deliveries sent to our house – Bibles and Qurans, newspapers, porn flyers, pizzas and moving trucks that we hadn’t ordered. The first few times it happened, I thought it was a mistake; but as it kept happening, I came to the conclusion that somebody must be pulling a prank on us. We didn’t know who it was, so there was nothing we could really do about it but apologize profusely to yet another confused pizza delivery man.

In September of that year, I started talking a night school class with my best friend. The course went from 6 PM to 10 PM every Monday and Wednesday night, and after the class his mom would pick us up and drive us home. Sometime in November, his mom dropped me off from school and I went inside and chilled on the couch for a couple of hours (I like to wind down before I go to bed a bit, or I can’t sleep). I ended up falling asleep on the couch.

Something woke me up abruptly at about 4:00 in the morning. I heard the unmistakable sound of a car tire being slashed, and it sounded like our car. What the hell was going on? We didn’t have any enemies. In retrospect, this was probably a stupid thing to do, especially considering that I’m a relatively small female (I’m only 5’5” and I was 23 at the time), but I grabbed a generic kitchen knife and went outside to check it out.

When I got outside, I discovered immediately that I was correct: there was a man in our driveway slashing our car tires. Unwisely, I immediately yelled, “HEY! YOU!” and he turned around to face me. That was when I noticed what he was slashing our tires with: an enormous hunting knife, at least six inches long. He looked surprised, but then defiant, and began to advance towards me with the knife slightly raised. I just froze; I didn’t know what to do. He was coming at me so fast, I couldn’t even think.

Thankfully, at that exact second, my across-the-street neighbor – who had also heard him slashing our tires – turned on his porch light and yelled out the window, “HEY! I’M CALLING THE COPS!” The man yelled back, “I don’t give a fuck! Call them, then!”, but he quickly retreated back to his car, where I could see a middle-aged woman with long brown hair waiting for him the passenger seat.