*That is not my boyfriend at the door..*

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I am driving to my boyfriend Eric's house. It is about a fifteen minute drive. I quickly notice that there is a car tailgating me. There is a Hispanic guy driving a 90's sedan (my best guess).

As I reach Eric's street, the guy is still closely following me. I am not completely alarmed, but paranoid enough to not stop at Eric's but to continue on to the end of the street. As I loop back around, the car is gone. Feeling good, I pull into the drive way and get out. As I am doing this, the same car drives by. He does not slow down, does not look at me, does not acknowledge me in anyway. Shrugging it off as a coincidence, I go inside.

A few hours later, Eric is in bed and I am watching tv. There is a large bay window opposite the couch, and you can see through a part in the blinds. I see movement out of the corner of my eye, the flood light comes, and the dog goes insane. Eric checks, but doesn't see anything. We figure its a deer, and head to bed.

Two hours later (around 2am), the dog starts to go ballistic again. I have never heard her go off like this. EVER. So Eric takes a bat and the dog, and goes out the side door. The side door is level with the ground, and opens directly into the kitchen. Eric pops his head in, tells me the backyard is clear, he is checking the front, and makes me lock the screen door even though I was keeping the inside door open.

I am standing with my head in the fridge, back to the door when I hear him trying to get in. I turn around laughing because he just told me to lock it..and its not Eric. Its the guy that was following me earlier. He doesn't say anything, just stares as he tries to get in again. I screamed bloody murder, and Eric and my dog come running around the side of the house. The guy takes off. We called the police, they could not find him. They filed a report, but they said there was really nothing they could do unless I see him again.

I do not even want to think about what would have happened if that screen door wasn't locked. We are staying at my house for the foreseeable future.

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