So this happened not too long ago. I am a 17 year old female and I live in the UK. Now, you can’t go to clubs until you’re 18 but I started going out at 16, it’s always creepy drunk guys trying to touch you up and try it on with you, but I go out just to get drunk and party. I’m underage so not going to go home with anyone.
A few months ago I went out with a friend, we had a good night but then as always, she got too drunk and passed out, she somehow went home and I was on my own for the rest of the night. I was stood in the corner of the club just drinking, I was already wasted so I decided to just keep drinking. Bad idea when you’re out alone. A old looking man came and stood with me and he started talking to me and asked me what happened to my friend and I told him, he then said that he’s friends with her, later on he told me he lied about that and he doesn’t know her.
I just kind of ended the conversation after that.
Then he asked how old I am so I told him I’m 17, he then said that he’s 50. This creeped me out but I thought really nothing much of it. It was getting quite early in the morning so I told him I’m going home and he said he’ll walk me so I agreed, I wish had just left him there and then. This guy was around 6 foot and very big built, I’m only 5 foot so if he tried anything, his body weight would probably stop me from escaping. But as we were walking he tried to kiss me and I pushed him away and reminded him of my age.
He just laughed and we carried on walking. Since I didn’t want him to know where I lived I just left half way. The next day when I woke up, I had a missed call on my phone, Since I never have texts, I couldn’t text asking who it was so I looked up the number but couldn’t find anything.
A few weeks later I decided to download whatsapp to see if I could find who it was and a profile came up, it was him! I messaged him and he messaged me back the next day asking how my friend is and if she got home okay that night. Now I have no idea how this fucking creep got my number! I started asking him why he tried kissing me and he said something like “It was just a thank you kiss for me helping you out”.
I straight up called him a pedophile for even thinking that it’s okay to try that! After that he said sorry then blocked me.
So a few weeks ago, I decided to go out with some friends to get high, I met them at about 6 in the morning and we smoked, got high and whatever. As I was leaving them, we stood on the corner of the street to say goodbye and I saw a car drive up to turn that corner of the street we was on, I looked and it was the man! I kid you not, I shit a brick! As my friends left me, he started driving on. I was extremely high and the paranoia started kicking in, I thought he was going to start following me. I was right. I ran down an ally to try and hide from him.
I had no idea where I was going, I didn’t want to go straight home in case he followed me and saw where I live. I ended up walking back past the corner where I first saw him, as soon as I got to the corner, there he was, he pulled up on the road, I shouted to him “stop fucking following me!” He just said to me “hello again, princess.”
Then drove off with the most creepy grin on his face. After that I ran home as fast as I could without stopping. I got home and made sure all the windows were closed and the doors were locked.
I sat in the kitchen for a good twenty minutes going over in my head what had just happened, now I’m not sure if I was hearing things because I was high or it could of been the guy that lives next door but I heard a man cough, it sounded like it came from my back yard. But if the guy followed me home, he couldn’t of got in the back yard because I locked the gate. But I have no idea. After that I went into my room and sat thinking about it again and I just started crying over it, I kept thinking to myself that he’s after me and he’s going to kidnap me and kill me if he sees me out alone, all that crazy shits going through my head. I eventually forced myself to go to sleep. I didn’t see him after that. Until a few days ago.
I was walking down my street to go home and he drove past in his car, staring and smiling at me the whole time and not watching the road, I wish he had crashed and really hurt himself. I haven’t seen him since, yet. But I’m pretty sure he followed me that night and now he knows at least which street I live on. I’m always aware of my surroundings whenever I leave the house, in case I see him. I don’t know what he wants but what I do know is, he is a creepy lowlife that needs some serious help.
I hope I never see him again.