I’m a 20-year-old female from San Angelo, TX an this happened my freshman year at college. I was getting short on funds for basic living and so I decided to take a night shift job at the Whataburger down the street from my university and my shifts usually consisted of me going into work at 11 p.m and leaving either at 3 a.m or 6 a.m.
This took place the first couple of days of spring break, so not many students were in my dorm complex including my roommate (tank god) but this was the only time I needed someone there with me. I went to work as per usual and they decided to have me on drive-thru which I had no problem with.
As the night went on it was getting dead and quiet so me and my co-worers were messing around in the back where there weren’t any cameras when we heard the all to familiar sound indicating someone was in the drive waiting to order. My other co-worker ,Russel, answered with the cheerful but super fake “It’s a marvelous Monday here at Whataburger, my name’s Russel how may we help you tonight?” a raspy smokers voice came over the line and all he said was “I want the girl to take my order. She’s the one I want.”
They all saw the color drain from my face and tears fill my eyes I was horrified that something bad was going to happen because I was the only girl that was willing to work the night shift, so we all knew he was talking about me.
I come on the line and take his order from the back kiosk so no one can see my from that window unless you drive up to it, and all he ordered was a large ice water so anyone else could have taken his order. He drove up to the second window which was in clear sight of the front counter the gas station and the grill.
We have a camera outside as well so we can watch the perimeter of the building so there were eyes on this older man. When he rolled his window down it filled the whole store with the smell of stale cigarette smoke, and he handed me exact change, and I’m so happy he did because I didn’t want him anywhere near me any longer than I needed him to be.
The way he looked at me when I handed him his drink was the kind of look a predator gives his prey , then he peeled out of the lot.
When he left Russel and I switched positions for the night, but it didn’t make me feel anymore safe. When I got off, that night was about 4:30, one of the bigger grill guys walked me out to my car which was parked around back with everyone else’s to make sure he wasn’t waiting for me.
I get in my car and my co-worker hops in so I can drop him off back at the front door to make sure no one was going to be in any danger.I’m driving down the street and a car pulls out of the gas station parking lot, the same car from the drive-thru, which now made it empty, and began to follow me all the way down the street and as I neared my building I kept driving I didn’t want this man knowing where I live even though there are hundreds of rooms in the building.
I drove all the twists and turns of San Angelo and even drove outside the city limits about 10 miles.
it was about 5:15 a.m at this point and I finally decided to call the campus police so they could meet me at the same gas station this man pulled out of, so I could get to my room with no problem. After I met up with them they walked with me all the way to my room, and fell asleep as soon as the sun peeked up.
The next night I go in a little earlier at 10:30 p.m and told my manager what had happened the night before and they were freaked out asking if I needed the night off, which sounded nice so I could go home earlier, but I declined because I really needed the money.
Tonight was normal no creepy man, but we did have a police officer sit in our store all night due to what had happened.
I felt safe and I knew this man wasn’t going to come because of the police cruiser outside. The officer escorted me back to my building all the way to my room and thankfully I didn’t see any trace of the man and got into bed so I could leave as soon as I woke up in the morning, but I then got this overwhelming sense of dread as if someone was watching my from afar.
I stupidly yet slightly peeked out of my window which was on the second floor of m building and over looked the basketball court. What I saw scared me so bad I cried while calling the officer who had escorted me to come back.
The same man from the drive-thru was standing on the basketball court looking at my window, waving, and the moonlight illuminated his figure that I never want to see again. The officer shortly after pulls up and the man was suddenly gone as if he knew I called the police. I had an officer sleep on my couch to make sure nothing else happened that night and he even helped me pack my car for my trip.
I haven’t seen that man since and to this day every time I see that officer who stayed with my I personally pay for his meal and even give him some things for free because without him I don’t know what would have happened.