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This is a true story that happened to me when I was 15 years old in Nottingham, England. I'm 20 now, but I still think about it often. Back in 2020, my parents had gone away for the weekend and I had the house to myself. Like most teenagers, I wasn't about to spend it alone, so I invited my best friend Kyle over for a sleepover. I'll call him Kyle for privacy reasons. Now, we had done this countless times before, but neither one of us knew that night would stick with us forever. The day started off completely normal. It was a crisp Friday afternoon, one of those gray Nottingham days where it was cold but not raining. Kyle showed up around 2pm and we decided to head into town to stock up on snacks for the night. We were planning on staying up late, eating junk food and playing video games until we passed out. You know, just a typical teenage night. We walked to the shops. I remember it clearly. We grabbed the fried chicken, a large pepperoni pizza and a couple of big bottles of Coca Cola. We even joked about getting energy drinks, but figured Coke was enough to keep us wired. After checking out, we'd started heading to the bus stop to go back to my place. That's when we first noticed him. There was a man standing across the street, just kind of loitering near a lamp post. He wasn't doing anything obvious or threatening, just standing there. But something about him caught my eye. He looked like he was in his early 40s, with a scruffy, uneven beard. He wore a black hoodie, dark jeans, and scuffed trainers. His hands were in his pockets, and even though he had his hood up, I could tell he was watching us at first. I brushed it off. Nottingham has its fair share of odd people, and maybe he was just waiting for someone or just killing time. I didn't even mention it to Kyle, but as we walked to the bus stop, I happened to glance back and there he was again, a little closer now, still watching us. I remember saying something casual like, hey, don't look now, but that guy's been behind us for a bit. Kyle turned suddenly and spotted him too. His expression immediately changed from relaxed to serious. We both agreed that it was probably nothing, but just to be safe, we decided to take the next bus, even if it wasn't the exact route we had planned. When the bus came, we got on quickly. I sat by the window and anxiously scanned the street. The man didn't follow us onto the bus, which was a relief. We figured maybe we were just being paranoid kids. By the time we got home, the sun had just started to set and we were back in that sleepover mood. We pushed what happened out of our minds, threw the pizza in the oven, and then fired up. Mortal Kombat. Hours went by. We laughed, talked trash over matches, and devoured all the snacks we bought. Around 10pm, right when Kyle was about to finish me off in a match, we heard it. A distinct clunk outside. Like the sound of a gate swinging shut or something. Metallic shifting. I paused the game and then said, dude, did you hear that? Kyle nodded slowly. We both just sat there listening. After a moment of silence, I got up and checked the kitchen window, which had a clear view of the back garden. I didn't see anyone, but the wooden fence gate was wide open. I always closed the gate, always telling myself it was probably just the wind or maybe a stray animal. I slipped on my trainers and stepped out into the backyard. The night air was freezing and still. I didn't see anyone around, but I locked the gate just in case and came back inside. We went back to our game, although we were a bit more on edge now. Around midnight, we finally got tired and headed up to my room to wind down. We weren't ready to sleep just yet, but we lay on our phones and talked about random stuff. School, girls, whatever 15 year olds usually talk about. I remember I was halfway through scrolling on Instagram when I noticed something. A flash of white light, almost like a camera flash, and it blinked across the window. I froze. My window overlooked the side of the house, right where the backyard fence ran along. My heart instantly dropped into my stomach. I got up slowly, peeled back the curtain, and there he was. The same man from earlier, standing dead still right next to my house, staring directly at my window. I still remember everything about him in that moment. The stubble on his chin, the way that his hoodie cast shadows over his face, and worst of all, the expression. His mouth wasn't smiling, but his eyes looked like he was enjoying this. I whispered sharply to Kyle, dude, it's him. He's outside. Kyle shot up, came up to the window and his face turned pale. Without hesitation, I grabbed my phone and dialed 999. As I explained what was happening to the dispatcher, we just kept glancing back at the window. Midway through the call, we saw the man turn and sprint away, disappearing right behind our neighbor's fence. The police showed up about 15 minutes later. They were calm, but they did take it seriously. The two officers did a search around the property and the surrounding streets, but they didn't find anyone. The man was gone. They advised us to keep the doors locked and call again if we saw anything. When my parents got home a few days later, I told them everything. They were alarmed enough that we decided to move within the month. As of now, we relocated to a different part of Nottingham. It's been years now and I've never seen that man again. I still don't know how he managed to follow us home, but sometimes, especially at night, I still find myself checking my backyard. Just in case. My name is Jennifer. This story is from 2022 when I was working at GameStop. For context, I was a 21 year old woman at that point. My hair was dyed bright blue and I was short and fairly busty. I got hit on quite a few times, which I kind of expected, working at GameStop. But this was different. It was a summer night and I was closing the store by myself. I had been organizing the go backs when the door opened. Hey, welcome to GameStop, I said. In front of me was the tallest, greasiest man I've ever seen. Let's call him Greg. He came up to my counter and put his arm up like he knew me or something. It was all alarmingly casual. How can I help you? I asked him. Oh, just looking to trade this in, he replied. Setting down a bag, he opened it to reveal a PlayStation 4. We had started chatting a bit, as is typical when I'm wiping down a console and want to make sure the customer hasn't changed their mind. As I'm asking him if he's brought an HDMI to go with the system, he then goes, hey, I know this is random, but can I have your number? I have to stop what I'm doing and look at him. I'm the only other person in the store and I'm not really sure what to do. But I tell him that I'm not comfortable with that. Greg keeps pushing. Okay, well how about your discord then, cutie? You've gotta have one of those. Yeah, come on. I wanna set up a time to meet up. The way he said meet up has always stuck with me. The way he was eyeing me, it made me feel like a piece of meat. I inform him that I have a boyfriend and that I'm not gonna give him my discord. But Greg persists it being close to the end of the night. I just want to get him out of here so I can return home and go to sleep. I stupidly though I gave him my discord. I know that I shouldn't have, but at the time I was stupid and I felt threatened as the only person in the store. Now we have a policy where if you're trading in a system, we need an ID just to make sure it isn't stolen or something. I was entering the information on his ID for the trade when he had asked me if I really did have a boyfriend. I did and still do. I informed him that yes I did and that we had been dating for almost two years at that point. Oh, I see. Is it serious? Where did you guys meet? He asked. I was starting to become more uncomfortable as time went on. What did he mean by asking if my two year relationship was serious? Yeah, it's pretty serious, I told him looking at his id. We met in a college class online. I'm still not sure why I told him that. I guess it was just to make my very real boyfriend seem more real to him. So that's where I meet blue haired cuties like you. Greg chuckled. It was then that I noticed his date of birth. He was 37, talking about going to hit on college girls at a class. I, being more than creeped out, handed him back his id. I'd like to think that now I'd have told him off, but at the same time I was very non confrontational. It took what felt like forever, but I got him his cash and sent him on his way to lock up the store. I sighed and started to clean up, turning on some music to calm myself down. I wasn't looking at my phone very much since there was a lot of cleaning to do. But when I checked, I had 25 messages from him. Hey cutie. You want to get some drinks when you're off? It's me, Greg. I'll be waiting in the lot. Smiley face emoji. I panicked, all color draining from my face as I looked out the window to see. Well, Greg. He was sitting by his car. He had been waiting for an hour to see me after work. I don't doubt that he was watching me too. Freaked out, I ducked back into the back room to call my boyfriend. I figured if I was on the phone with him, not only would it verify that he was real, but but that Greg wouldn't bother me. I put him on speaker and then locked up the place, making sure to call him babe and baby, crap like that. But I guess Greg had gotten tired of waiting because his car wasn't in the lot when I locked up. I was a bit shaken the whole drive home, but when I got home, he had texted me again. Hey, where did you go? QT. I got us some McDonald's. Uh, what the hell? I called my boyfriend back, totally freaking out. I was practically sobbing. My boyfriend has always been so much better about standing up for himself and me. Thank God for that. He asked for Greg's information and told him to screw off. I was about to block Greg when I got another message. You bitch, stop lying to me. I don't even know why, but I responded. I'm not lying about anything. I'm going to block you. Now screw off. I received one last message from him. You're such an ugly woman. You're lucky a guy like me is even interested in you. Screw you. I hope someone assaults you. I decided then to just block him. Something that I should have done the second he left the store. I had off the next day, luckily. But when I came in the next day, I was informed that a guest had a complaint about me. Apparently Greg had told me to come in on my day off and complained to the manager that I had done the trade wrong somehow and had been very rude. I then informed my manager of what had all happened and she understood. She knew me very well and she knew that I was a very chill person and very calm with customers, so she checked the trade herself just to make sure it was alright. And sure enough, it was. I'm extremely lucky that I didn't see Greg again after this. Whenever I worked the night shift, I was always so scared of seeing him. So yeah, Greg, screw you. Don't go creeping on GameStop cashiers or anyone for that matter. And screw off. I'm so much more ready to mess you up if you try anything else and I don't need my boyfriend to do it for me.
