This story happened to me this summer. I’m 12 years old and this happened about three months after my twelfth birthday. I know, not relevant but I just wanted to let you know approximately how old I would’ve been when this happened. I was visiting my dad for the weekend and we were staying at his girlfriend’s house in another town. It was about 8:30 when we decided to run to the Dollar General a few blocks away from Kayla’s (my dad’s girlfriend) house to get some groceries.
My dad piled my sister, my brother, and I into the car and we headed off for the store. When we got there, everything seemed normal. We walked in the store, my siblings had already started complaining about wanting candy and snacks, and we basically just walked around as usual.
After about 15 minutes, I saw some guy, probably in his mid 40’s or early 50’s walking behind us. I didn’t think anything of it, I just assumed he was getting some groceries just like us. The man began talking to himself, but I still brushed it off because hey, we’ve all done it.
After about 15 more minutes of this man following us and never once putting anything in his basket, I became a bit nervous.
“That guy must be pretty drunk.” I told my dad.
We both just laughed and kept walking. Once we were finished shopping, we got in line, and I saw that the man was still behind us, but it was weird because he had been behind us for at least 30 minutes, and he only had one thing in his basket.. The line was long, so there was probably six people in front of us.
“This guy is kinda creepy.” I told my dad.
“He’s probably drunk and he’s just getting something to bring home. it is a Friday night.” He responded.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.
After standing in line for several minutes, the man started stepping towards us very slowly. I was behind my two younger siblings, and my dad was in front of them, so I wasn’t sure my dad knew he was getting closer. As the man got closer, his smell hit me. He smelled of alcohol and B.O, it was disgusting.
He kept getting closer until he was leaning over me.
“So, do you live around here?” He asked.
“What? Oh, no, I’m just visiting.” I replied, not looking at him.
“Oh. what’s your name?” He asked.
What kind of guy asks a 12 year old girl what her name is and if she lives around the area? Especially when her muscly, tattooed dad is standing right in front of her! Of course I didn’t answer, and he just sighed. He kept leaning even closer, until his hand was about four inches away from my butt, and I was ready to elbow him in the balls.
I stepped closer and pushed my siblings forward a bit. My dad must’ve felt my brother bump into him, because he turned around. As soon as he saw the man and my expression, his face turned cold. He looked right at the man, and as soon as that creep saw my dad looking at him, he backed up.
Just then, my dad’s girlfriend came walking up to us. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve never really liked her, but I was so relieved to see her step behind me. We got out of there as soon as we could, and when we were outside, I thanked them both.
“That guy was being really creepy.” My dad said.
“Yeah, I saw him stepping closer and I could see how pissed you looked!” Kayla replied.
I never did tell them about him asking where I lived or what my name was, but now I kind if wish I had. It could’ve been a simple misunderstanding. Maybe he was just drunk and trying to be friendly, but that was still a very creepy experience.