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I've worked a few odd jobs in my life. My first job was a summer job at 16 during summer break at a dairy farm. I absolutely hated it there and it made it harder for me to find the motivation to even try finding work again when the time came. I don't really remember how I was first offered the job, but the following summer I ended up working as an office assistant for a self employed photographer. My parents knew her because she used to be a member of their church and my sister attended her four hour program when she had it. By that time her health had really began to take a hit as she claimed it was a mixture of things from chronic Lyme to fibromyalgia. I had also been warned by my parents that she was a little off. She was very religious and claimed to have had real encounters with demons, even participating in a few exorcisms. I am an atheist and a skeptic myself, so I never really took her stories that seriously. Aside from the weird things she would tell me, she was mostly harmless and working for her was not hard. The job was basically required for me to do a lot of data entry as well as help prep her photos with some minor touching up and the addition of her company watermark before uploading them to a site where her customers could browse them and then pick which ones they wanted to order. She primarily photographed horse events, dressage stadium and cross country jumping, etc. And for the first several months of my job staying in her living room, which was basically my office space at the time. Eventually I was talked into tagging along at shows where she trained me as a photographer and soon I was shooting at the events along with her. It was boring work, I won't lie, I'm not a horse person, but things didn't get weird until a year later when I learned the hard way it was not her that I needed to worry about. She had two sons, one who was out of state, the other who was in the navy. The latter of the two, a guy named Nate, I had only heard small things about. He was somewhere on the autism spectrum, but she was never clear on what exactly his diagnosis was. She firmly believed he was vaccine injured and that all of his oddities could be traced back to vaccines. When he finally returned home and I met him for the first time while working in our living room, he seemed like a nice guy, a little odd but not concerning. He was obsessed with movies and being a bit of a movie buff myself, whenever he would venture to the living room to strike up a conversation it would almost always be about whatever movies we were into or we were excited to see. I should point out here that I was 18 by this point and he was in his mid-30s. At some point he got it in his head that I was interested in him, though he never said anything directly to me. I had to find out about it from my parents. My mom worked as the secretary at her church and Nate knew that I could only guess my boss had told him. One afternoon, Nate showed up to my mom's desk and started gushing about me. He talked about how much fun I was, how he loved talking to me, how he was planning to take me to the movies and take me to his church and all these other plans that he had for me. My mom, as you can imagine, was beyond uncomfortable, as was the pastor who happened to overhear it. And when I got home that night, she told me what happened and suggested that I make sure not to lead him on. I was completely baffled by this because I hadn't done anything. We'd never even discussed the possibility of doing anything together. I got even more uncomfortable around him when I overheard a conversation between himself and my boss in the next room. He was talking about his experience in the Navy while she was talking about the dangers of Islam. At one point he said in a completely serious tone, if I had it my way, I'd shoot and kill any Muslim I met. Problem solved. My boss just simply laughed at the comment like it was nothing, but something in his tone creeped me out. I made an effort to acknowledge him less whenever he was around and keep the conversation short while stressing that I had work to do. Eventually he got his own place and moved out of his parents house. So I figured the problem had solved itself. A couple of years later, I had moved out. My boss's company had closed and I was working somewhere new. Now I was friends with my boss and Nate on Facebook. And around that time I was finally coming out as an atheist, something that I couldn't do when I was still living at home. One night my old boss had messaged me asking about a ring that I had on my finger. It was a black ring with a white solid star in the middle of a black circle. Already knowing where she was going with this, I told her it was just a ring. She started accusing me of wearing a pentagram because she didn't know what a pinnacle was and that I was promoting Satan. I tried several times to explain to her that not only was it not that symbol, but that also paganism has nothing to do with Satan anyways, but she refused to listen, so I just ignored her. It was typical behavior of her and not worth the argument. The next morning I had a message from Nate telling me that I needed to come to his church with him. I told him no, and the messages I received back gradually grew angrier and angrier. He went from asking me to now demanding that I go with him. He told me that I was lost and that I would not find the answers I needed by living the life I was. Eventually, he outright said that he thought the fact that I was wearing a pentagram was disgusting and that I was opening myself for possession. Knowing there would be even less of a point arguing with him than there was with his mother, I went ahead and blocked both him and her, deciding I was done with the both of them. Then he started showing up in my workplace. He would always search through the store until he found me, and then once he did, he would corner me and not stop talking to me, no matter how many times I tried to dodge him or tell him that I needed to get back to work. Eventually the managers caught on and had started intercepting him whenever he showed up. I wasn't making enough to pay the rent with that job, so I had to take up a second one. Within about a week of working my second job, which was in a different town, he showed up there too. This time I told the managers outright who he was and after that, every time he showed up, I was allowed to hide in the back room behind a locked door while they sped his order along and got him out of the store. One of those many encounters While I was hiding in the back, one of the managers was back there with me and putting employee time punches into the computer. When the both of us heard Nate shout in our direction, I know you remember me. That was the last straw for them and they told him that his business was no longer welcome there. He stopped showing up at my other job as well for a good while, which was a relief. Fast forward to a few years later. I was getting used to not having to look over my shoulder every shift or check the parking lot for his truck. But then one day he reappeared. He was browsing a section that I was walking past when he spotted me and got this deer in the headlights look. I made a beeline to the break room because just seeing him made me scared. After that, he had started showing up regularly. I would always find ways to dodge him and avoid him, but he would still eventually spot me and he knew I was still there. I was really Debating whether or not to tell the managers, because at this point, it had really been a while since he had done anything and saying something just because I was nervous didn't feel right. Call me a coward or an idiot, but that was my thought process at the time. What happened next made me really regret not speaking up. It was bound to happen eventually. But one night he managed to catch me while I was at the customer service desk. He approached me and said hi, and I immediately started to look for someone to signal over so I could make a break for it. But before I could say a word, he then said something that made me feel sick. How's your little girl doing? She's three years old now, right? I looked at him horrified. I had him completely blocked from all of my social media. I had his number blocked, I was living at a new address and I hadn't seen or spoken to his mother since she confronted me about my ring. I had not told either of them that I was a parent now or that I was married and I wasn't friends with anyone who knew them. But he knew. The hell's your husband doing too? He asked when I didn't even answer. He's good. He's a good man, I said, trying to reinforce the idea that I was not available to him and that I have no desire to have anything to do with them. Really? Where does he work? At this point, I felt like I was going to pass out. Thankfully, another employee approached just to gather some reshelves and I got the hell out of there. As I was leaving, he had called out behind me, I'll see you again. We'll talk. We'll go out and do something together. We will. I reported him to the managers, telling them everything about the encounter, including all of the information that he had on me and my family that he shouldn't have had. They were able to pull up his face on cctv, and while I haven't heard anything, I'm guessing one of them finally managed to approach him because I haven't seen him since. This has been going on for 10 years and I want it to finally be over. If he shows up again, I'm going to the police, but I'm seriously hoping that it never comes to that. I just want him to stop. I haven't seen him since the incident with my managers. I think he may have gotten scared off. Turned out one of my coworkers used to work with him too, at a different job, and she also made a complaint about him to the managers. I don't know what they did with that information afterwards, but I know that he hasn't shown up since. It sounds like they planned to call the cops if he sets foot in the store again. With two employee complaints of stalker like behavior, they refused to ignore that. I'm a 16 year old girl. I've just started a Saturday job at a shop in a large chain of stores. I work Saturday, 9 5:30. Literally the second week I worked there, this guy came in, he was trying to talk to me, being kind of flirtatious, but nothing major. If I had to guess, he's probably mid 20s which is a big difference considering I'm 16. But I do look slightly older, so he may have thought that I was 18. I was honestly bored as crap, so I didn't think anything of it. I was just bored. And he was someone to chat to. As I was ringing up his shopping later that day, he came back into the store when he was on his lunch break. He said something like, thought I'd come back and see you again. Which I thought was weird and borderline creepy. He then tried to give me his number and I was just like, ugh, don't worry about it. Because he was trying to find a pen. But then he went outside of the shop to ask every passerby for a pin, got one, came inside again and gave me his number. I had a long line of customers at that point and I was alone on the tills, so I took it in the hopes it'd go away. He asked me for my name. I didn't want to tell him because at this point I was so creeped out. So I just said that it doesn't matter. So then he went back into line for my till, bought something and asked for the receipt. The receipts all have my freaking name on the bottom, don't they? He finally leaves saying something about how I'm beautiful and we need to meet up sometime. No we don't. I was working again the next week and and he came back in wanting to know why I hadn't texted. Hovering around the tills basically just wouldn't go away. I had already told my colleagues and manager about him, so I gave my colleague who was on the till with me a look, but he hadn't done anything so there was really nothing we could do. At this point, I'm not making small talk with him. He's really creeping me out. I was acting like he wasn't there and just chatting with my colleague. I made sure to specifically bring up school to my colleague while he was there. Just in case he didn't realize that I'm 16. He was probably hovering around for around five minutes or so, just not going away. This was probably about 10 minutes after the shop had opened, so we didn't have hardly any customers at this point. He kept saying that I should have texted. So I bit the bullet and said, I should have told you last week, but I didn't want to embarrass you in front of a line of customers. I'm not really interested. Sorry. So then he was like, oh, okay, well, we can still be friends, right? Obviously I have to be professional because I'm at work. So I didn't answer that one. Then he was trying to tell me that I have a gorgeous smile. I wasn't smiling and he was just being really creepy at this point. In the end, I found an excuse to go out into the warehouse when in reality I was going to get my manager to tell him to leave. Apparently as soon as I left, he had bought a packet of sweets and then left rather quickly. I guess he knew what I was doing. Later that day, I went to go on my lunch break. I have the same lunch break every week. He knew what lunch break I had from the first time he ever came into the shop. He said something like, not long till lunch now, is it? And I was like, oh, not really. I always take lunch at 12:30 because at that point I hadn't realized that he was a massive creep. So obviously my colleagues and manager know what he looks like now. My colleague was there when he was hovering around and gave a description to the manager. They also went through the cameras to see what he looked like. It was 12:30 and I went to go on lunch and my manager came up to me and was like, don't be alarmed, but I'm pretty sure he's hanging around the entrance to the shop waiting for you to come out because he knows that I usually go out for lunch again. Another thing I told him the first time, he was asking a crap ton of questions and I didn't really think anything of it. We were just making small talk in my mind. So, yeah, I snuck out the back entrance at my manager's request. Didn't go to the place that I usually go in case that he knew where I usually went. And then I went somewhere else instead. Honestly, I was so creeped out, I didn't want to go out for lunch at all, but I had to because I didn't bring any food and I'm not doing another nearly five hours of work on an empty stomach. I got a phone call from my manager saying, don't come in the front entrance, he's still there. Apparently while I was on break, he came into the store and was asking where the young lady who served him earlier was, which is me. Apparently he was trying to say that I'd made a mistake on the register and he needed to know when I'd be back so he could ask me about it. Obviously at this point the manager says, look, you're harassing one of my staff. Leave her alone and don't come back. Then apparently he was still waiting outside the store while I was due to get off break. I had to go around the back again. Since then he'd appeared another Saturday. I only work Saturdays and he knows that. Apparently no one sees a peep of him throughout the week, so he literally only comes in to creep on me. Yesterday he was waiting around the road that we go up to use the back entrance, so he's obviously figured out where that is. It was around 8:50 at this point and I started at 9. One of my colleagues saw him and phoned me to let me know while he was hovering there. I then snuck in the front entrance. He seems to come in, hover around the tills, try and talk to me, and then basically run when someone goes to get management. Some weirdo has also been following me on Instagram. New accounts with 0 followers and no profile picture. Every time I block them, a new one starts following me. I reckon it's him. He knew my name from the receipt. It wouldn't have been too hard for him to find me. My Instagram is also my first name and surname, so pretty straightforward. Before I made my account private and blocked all of those accounts, I got a message from one saying, I just wanted to let you know that you're beautiful. Along with a heart and a cum emoji. My manager has contacted the police, but as you can imagine, it's not high on their priority list. He still hasn't threatened me or done anything to me. He's just a creep. I now have to go get my mom to pick me up and take me to work. Plus I take packed lunches and I don't go out on my break anymore. Hopefully he'll get the hint soon or the police will sort it all out, but they might take a while. I'm actually pretty scared to go to work anymore. My manager did inform the police and they basically said that they can't really do anything at the moment because there's not enough evidence and he hasn't threatened me. However, he has been banned from the store and if he goes in the mall, security can get rid of him. I'm keeping screenshots of the Instagram requests evidence of everything. I also realized that one of my Instagram posts said where I go to school, so my mom is contacting the school just in case he saw it before I went private. I really hope that I don't hear any more of this, but I'll update if I do. Update 2 For anyone who cares, I do actually have an update for you guys. Basically I didn't see the creepy guy for a couple of weeks, but I did get a load of Instagram requests from zero follower accounts. Not in his name, just random ones, which is unusual since my Instagram is pretty small and irrelevant. It's not like a lot of people would find it, so I'm presuming it was him. I also got a weird ad from Snapchat. Yes, my username is my full name. I can't change that. But I didn't add them back. A couple of weeks after not seeing him at all and he started coming back through the store again. Not long after I started my shift. Literally like three minutes in, he was just walking through and not buying anything. He did that three weeks in a row. He's supposed to be banned, but the mall security company has changed and I don't think they really care. Every time I see him I'm telling my manager who obviously does call the mall security, but he's just walking through so he's gone by the time anyone does anything about it. Then just a couple of weeks ago, the shift before Christmas, one of my colleagues goes through the front entrance and apparently he's loitering around there. I've done a police interview. They took photos of him from the cctv. I'm not really sure what they're going to do, but I guess we'll see. Anyway, my mom is taking me to and from work and I'm allowed to get there at a slightly different time if I'm worried. Normally I'll get there at 8:30 and just chill in the break room. I just really hope that I don't have to deal with them much longer. I am so sick of dealing with this creep and constantly looking over my shoulder. I currently work at a restaurant somewhere in the Midwest. Now obviously I can't say what restaurant, but it's on a busy road with lots of cars and lots of people walking on the road to get to the bus stop or whatever. Their destination may be it's got its own parking lot where I usually will park closer to the doors. But the story I'm about to tell you is the one time that I did it that night. I sincerely regret my actions to give some backstory a couple of years ago I just so happened to work at the Sports Bar and Grill directly across the parking lot from my current job. I worked there for just four months and I have plenty of interesting stories about that place, but that's for another time. Anyways. While I worked at my previous job, I didn't have a car, so I either walked to and from work or I got a ride. Now mind you, I would walk home at around 10 some nights on a barely lit road when cars weren't always around. This naturally made me weary, and this was on top of the fact that older men would constantly hit on me as a minor and make me feel watched. This backstory of my old job might not seem important at the moment, and I didn't think it would ever become relevant again, but it matters in the end, I promise. While working at my old job, I was a minor as previously stated, but that never stopped drunken men from approaching me and being inappropriate. There was one man in particular who I never forgot about and who came back to haunt me in the worst way possible. The man was taller, quite good looking, and he always wore expensive looking clothing and accessories. He had a very elegant vibe to him, which is why I didn't think much of him when he would talk to me while I was working. He started out very polite. He'd ask about how work was going, how my day was, stuff like that. But as the weeks went on, he would ask more and more personal questions which had started making me suspicious of him. The event that occurred right before I quit was a night that I wish I could forget when thinking back on my days at that sports bar. I remember it being a long night, probably because it was a sports season and our restaurant would get very busy and as a hostess it was stressful trying to take the calls when there was shouting because the hockey team won a Golden cup or whatnot. That night, after I had finished cleaning the bathrooms, I remember him being at the hostess stand waiting for me. I approached him and tried to make polite conversation, but I could tell immediately that he was acting strange. His gaze was shifty and he didn't look as put together as he normally did. The first thing he said to me was something along the lines of, you're only 16, right? To which I confirmed and he continued with something like well, when you're 18, I'll have something for you. It'll be a surprise. Just wait until you're 18. And he promptly left through the bar section of the grill. I stood there shocked for a moment before composing myself and finishing my cleaning so I could get the hell out of there. After I finished counting my drawer down, I went out back and unlocked the bike that I'd gotten a month or so after I'd started working there and began to ride home. I want to note that I was paranoid as hell as I was doing this because seriously, who the hell says that to an underage girl? I watched my back all night as I rode home and I felt watched the entire time. It was kind of my own fault that he knew my age. I had told him a long time ago as I had mentioned something about birthday plans, but his comment on my age made me feel sick to my stomach. Regardless, now let's jump to more recently when I had started my new job just across the parking lot. It's been years since I worked there and I had just about let go of my memories of working at that godforsaken sports bar. But something happened recently that made the memories feel like just yesterday. The stimulus checks and nice weather have brought a surge of customers to my current restaurant. I've worked here for almost a year now and we've been busier in the past month than we've been since I first started. This means that occasionally I don't get to park right by the doors and I must park a bit further away on this particular day. That still makes me feel nervous just thinking about it. I had to park basically at the farthest corner out of our lot due to a large amount of staff and customers taking the closer spots that day. I thought nothing of it as I went in for my closing shift and worked a long and stressful shift until about 10pm I work at the front of the restaurant and our closing duties can be pretty grueling. That night was especially bad because I was the only one up front besides the manager who has to go back and forth between the kitchen and front to help. I finished all of my cleaning, albeit a bit later than usual and felt bad for taking so long, but they weren't too afraid because a co worker of mine was waiting on a ride so they had to wait anyway. So with that I say my goodbyes to the two of them and then head out the back doors to my car. I immediately was irritated that I had to walk so far to get to my car and it started digging for my keys. I didn't realize that there was a third car in our parking lot until it was almost too late. I finally grabbed my keys after a moment of struggling to find them and realized that the third car is in fact not my manager and it was parked right next to mine. Although it did look similar, which is why I didn't think much of it at first from being so exhausted from work. Upon getting closer, I realized there was a person inside, so I remember thinking, is my coworkers right here? But no one came out to go home, so I assumed not. I looked back closer to the restaurant and realized that the front of the building, my manager's car, was sitting empty right up front. All of these thoughts were pacing together as I slowly trailed to my car and after connecting the dots, I tried to see who was in the car waiting for me. I remember squinting them. I didn't have my glasses on and that's probably what made them realize that I noticed them. And with that, they turned on their car immediately. I looked away because the car lights were way too bright and when I tried to look back again, the cabin light was turned on. I stopped dead in my tracks, as if paralyzed. Just writing this is starting to make my eyes tear up for some reason, but the expression that this man was wearing invoked so much fear that I think my heart quite literally skipped a beat. The man's features were a bit blurry with the distance and darkness, but I could tell that he knew me from somewhere with that little overhead light illuminating his face. The lack of his facial expression is what really scared me because I figured he would have smiled, frowned, waved, anything. Instead, he just sat there, arms in his sides as he waited for me to come closer. Now, as a young woman, I should know better than to ignore my instincts telling me to get the hell out of a situation. But for a split second, I almost felt compelled to continue towards my car. I can't explain why, but I distinctly recall taking one step forwards before pausing and asking myself, what the hell am I doing? And then hightailing it back to the back door. I felt like I was prey about to be eaten. The way that I had sensed his overwhelming presence behind me the whole time that I debated going back and running to safety. He just sat right in his seat and didn't move an inch. Or so I assume, as I didn't look back until I reached the door. I glanced back at his car for a split second before dashing inside, and all I remember Seeing was his cabin light had turned off and I could only see a dark figure. The menacing light no longer illuminated his face. I didn't need to see his face to know he was still staring. I could feel his beady eyes staring right at me after scaring the hell out of my coworkers by yanking open the back door as I did, I explained what happened. They both immediately got serious and they told me to wait with them while they waited for my other workers ride, we sat for a few more minutes. They talked about how freaky the whole situation was and how they called the cops if he was still there when we went outside together and I sat in silence. I was silent because in the few minutes after the encounter with the strange man, I knew that I had recognized him from somewhere. He was that same guy who had told me to wait for him when I turned 18. It took me a while because he didn't look like he used to, a bit older and much, much scarier. I don't know if he saw me that day as I brought out the trash or maybe when I walked into work, but he knew that I was there somehow and that scared the crap out of me. When their ride finally arrived, we walked out together and my eyes instantly shot to the area where I knew his car was parked at. It was just my own car though, waiting for me to climb inside and get home asap. The manager saw my coworker off into their parent's car and then walked me to mine. She helped me check under my car and inside as apparently she had dealt with a stalker before herself and knew all of the tricks to stay safe. I thanked her profusely and got in, locking my doors right away. I watched her as she walked to her car and started to leave the lot. I looked frantically to see if I could spot his car anywhere in the shopping area that connected with our car parking lots, but found nothing. I live close by to my work so I took a long way home that night, fearing that he was waiting for me to go home to do something more sinister. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well that night as I kept thinking that he was in the darkest corner of my room with that hollow expression on his face. I considered making a police report, but seeing as the police tend to be useless in scenarios like this and the fact that I literally only had a first name, I decided against it. In the weeks since I haven't seen him or heard from him, I still think about him every time I leave the building, half expecting him to be either standing outside ready to snatch me or parked right next to my car. I always leave with my co workers now as my parents insisted that I begin doing after I told them about what happened. To this day, I still wonder why I remembered that I was 18 because I had almost completely forgotten about him. I hope I never have to find out what surprise he had waiting for me. I had a job vacancy at our company. I'm head of HR and I conduct all of the interviews. I had an interview planned about a week ago today for a certain guy to attend. When he arrived, I invited him up to my office and then waited for him at the top of the stairs. He was young and he was dressed in a tracksuit. The problem was that he had emailed me the day before asking what the dress code was here and could he have some advice about the interview attire, and I had informed him to come dress smartly. I said hello to him and he just stopped and stared at me before asking if there were any men to interview him. I just said no, that I'm the interviewer. To which he simply replied, oh, I would have just rather spoken to a man, you know. I point blank ignored this on purpose and then invited him into the office to start the interview. He then proceeds to tell me that he's been fired from every job he's ever had and it was never his fault, stopping only to tell me that my hair was beautiful. He stared in silence at me for a good 10 seconds and then he just carried on about all his other jobs and how all of his bosses have caused issues with him, but it was 100% not his punctuality. As he left, he literally lit up a cigarette inside of the building. I rushed him out, which he then told me that I was being so dramatic that it's not like he's going to burn the whole place down with one cigarette. One of the guys that works on the level below me was outside smoking as he left and he said hi to him. I went back upstairs. My coworker then comes up and asks me why I was so rude to this guy. I asked of course what he meant. Apparently the guy had gone outside and told my coworker that I'd threatened him in order to get him out of the interview and then told him that I don't employ people who are male. I obviously messaged him the day after, informing him that he had been unsuccessful on this occasion, but thanks for coming in, blah blah blah. That's when the phone call started. He would ring the office 20 times a day at least asking if he had been given the position. Every time he was told no. I stopped answering the phone to him after a couple of days so he started leaving voicemails instead, not asking about the job but just laughing down the phone. Then he would hang up and do the exact same thing all over again. I haven't heard anything from him since about two days ago, so hopefully he got bored and moved on to the next employer. I applied on a job website recently for a serving position at a restaurant. I was contacted by someone through the messaging option through the site. The place was a Burmese restaurant. I ended up googling the address and found out where I was the next day. The person messaging me told me an address that didn't show up on Google. Thought it was odd but oh well. Well today the interview was at 9am the restaurant being open this early was very surprising to me. I used Google maps and find the location. I am always early and glad I was. The location was not even open for business. The paper on the door said the restaurant is opening in April and it had a completely different name than the ad it stated. I looked inside and the building looked abandoned and it was very dilapidated. Okay, pretty weird. I stand off to the side to scope because I'm having a very very bad feeling that this may be some set up trap to lure a person or girl like me into a place for an attack. Then I notice a man who looks to be high on a stimulant wearing nice clothing watching me. He smiles and laughs and then he does this bird whistle and then he goes to the side of the restaurant. A few minutes later a man in an Audi SUV shows up, looks at me and he starts laughing and then meets up with the first guy. They're both around to the side and I start wondering if there's a door to get in that way that I didn't know about. I started hearing both of the men bird whistling and in my terror I hear multiple other bird whistles coming from all around the block. However, I see no one. How many people are out there? Why are they hiding in the bushes? I get freaked out. I was going to tell the interviewer to do the interview outside because if I get locked in there I know that I'm stuck. I ended up trusting my intuition and got the hell out of there immediately. Nothing bad happened to me luckily because I decided to trust my gut. I really feel like society tries to get women to think that they're being paranoid in these kinds of situations. Then if Something horrible happens. People say gee, well she should have been more careful. What was she thinking? So yeah, I just wanted to share. I'm really unsure of what to do because nothing actually happened. I don't really know how to approach this without technical evidence. I want to contact the job website or have the police look into it, but I feel they will not care. I'm going to have to be more careful and do my due diligence when looking for a job. Lets start with the basics. I'm a 26 year old male and I work at a blind store where I'm all alone during all of my shifts. I work from 9am to 7pm from Monday to Friday. It's a very simple job and most of the time I just look in my computer, do some customer service, offer quotations to the very few people that enter the store and so on. So like I said, it's very boring and not much happens. But lately something started to catch my attention. I've noticed that across the street someone is looking directly at the store, more precisely looking at me. I don't handle cash at the store. We mostly work with credit or debit cards, so I don't think they're planning on robbing the store or anything like that. I've noticed that there is a telescope on the window and it's pointed directly at my desk so I think it's very obvious that this person is looking at me. I've left my phone recording at me while I do some work for like an hour, hour and a half and then I can see in the recording that this person moves the telescope every once in a while and that when I get into the restroom the telescope moves while trying to find me. So yeah, I haven't seen the face of the person or anything, but this is still pretty creepy. I want to mention a few more things. This person is looking at my desk through a door so my blinds can protect me here. In addition to this I moved the desk closer to a wall so this person can't see me anymore. I just did this because I was getting video proof of this person's behavior. 2. I just found out about the stalker this Tuesday. I don't know if he she has been doing this for weeks. I've just noticed now. So I'm already being really careful when I get off work. 3. I've decided to go and have a little chat with the building administrator and show her all the evidence that I've collected. I will do this today and I may even update this weekend if Something worth mentioning happens. If not, then on Monday, I will update this post. Update. So I already showed all of the evidence to the building administrator. Let's call her Rana. And she was shocked, more so even when she actually saw the telescope showing through the window of the apartment. She told me that the apartment that has the telescope is being used by two girls, maybe in their early 20s, and that apparently these two girls are really weird. The apartments are small, but they are not cheap. And these two girls started living in them almost two months ago. She told me that she doesn't see these girls leave the apartment very often. And most of the food and groceries are delivered to these two girls via delivery guys. But something that does occur is that a man comes to the apartment every two or three days and then leaves in the early morning. This man is the one who probably actually made the rental agreement and pays for the apartment. So he's probably paying the food and rent of these two girls too. Now, Ana says that when the rental agreement took place, the man said that these two girls would be living here because of college. But she hasn't seen either of these girls go to college or anything like that. So, yeah, this is weird. Apparently, Ana is going to speak about this issue with the owner of the building and the man who signed the rental agreement. So this activity of stalking just stops. I will update if I learn something else. Okay, so here's the final update. At least I think so. This weekend, I didn't really think too much about the situation anymore. I just tried to enjoy my days off without worrying about my job. So just today, I came to work, opened the store and began to work. Then I noticed that the window in the apartment was closed. And the window is always open. And I noticed that the telescope was no longer there. I sent a message to Ana asking if she could tell me anything about the girl and if something was done about the stocking. Apparently, Ana, the building owner, and this mysterious man had a short conversation just this Saturday. They called the man on his phone and asked him if they could talk about some of the complaints about that apartment. Then she told the man that the girls were harassing the stores in the front of the building. Lucky for me that they didn't say I was the one who complained. They told the man that this behavior should really stop because that's not something the tenants should be doing. So far, the man has been listening and paying attention to these requests. Everything was normal up to that point. But then the building owner asked a question. It was a quick question. What career? Are they studying? Ana says that the man changed his attitude completely and said that he should mind his own business and then just left. Sunday comes and the man calls Ana to give her the keys to the apartment. He didn't explain why or say anything else. He just gave her the keys and left. Ana is very confused and also worried about these two girls, mainly because she didn't see them when they left. I told her that maybe they left early in the morning like the man used to do. I asked if there was something wrong with the apartment, like missing stuff or damaged items, but Ana said that everything was fine. Nothing was stolen or broken. Broken. I also asked if she heard any noise, yelling or anything that Saturday night. Nothing. She says she's thinking about filing a complaint with the police because it really feels wrong that they would just leave like that. If you ask me, I think that the reason they left was because the building owner had asked about the girls. I don't know what to think about this. If Ana does end up going to the police, I will probably provide my testimony or something. If it's helpful, that is. I really hope that I don't have to update this post again because I wouldn't want to know more about this than I should My family at one time volunteered at a veterans homeless shelter quarterly. It was with a group of people from our church. We had actually gone several times. I had a small baby that I was wearing on my body with a wrap while serving the food and I would occasionally mingle and talk with the veterans while they ate. One evening I was speaking to two men at a table and one asked where I lived. I didn't take it to mean anything other than the general town I was from, which I told him it was nowhere near where the shelter was. But then the other man at the table, who I'd never seen before, looked at the other guy and then told him exactly how to get to my house. He told him where I lived exactly. Then he looked at me and said, I used to live on the hill across the road from you. I used to watch you all the time, you and your children. So that was the last time I volunteered anywhere like that. I also reported him to the shelter director. Come to find out he was a registered sex offender. I found that out later and he actually did live across the road from us at one point. I've never been so creeped out in my life.