the grocery store creeper

A couple years ago, my sister and I would frequently go to the same restaurant/bar a few times a week just to gossip and to get out of the house. They had some pretty good late-night appetizers and because of where we worked, we would get a free one. On this night, we decided to go to a 24-hour grocery store afterwards and grab some beer to go home. We were roommates at the time.

It was about 11pm, so it was dark out. While we were walking towards the doors, we noticed this bulky man wearing a beanie hat, standing in the entrance. We didn’t think much of him because he could have been waiting for his ride or something. When we were walking past him, he stopped my sister. She is younger, smaller and has a lot friendlier of a face than I do. I was 24 at the time and she was 21. She was a skinny blonde and I was a curvy brunette with a resting mean face. If this has anything to do with why he bothered her and not me, I don’t know, but I figured I would put that out there. He asked her if she had a lighter. She simply said no because she didn’t smoke. He didn’t say anything, just took a couple steps away from us. We shrugged it off and went in to get the beer that we came for.
After grabbing what we wanted, I headed towards the register. My sister did not have her I.D on her so I told her to go sit on the bench up front, for I didn’t want to chance it being an issue. As I was standing in the checkout line, I could see the man come back in the store and start to pace back and forth in front of the bench my sister was sitting on. I was really hoping that she would get up and walk to the bathroom or something. I really did not want her to get up and make a break for the car. I did not want this man to follow her outside when she was alone. I was fully prepared to drop my things and follow her out. No amount of beer is more important than the safety of another person. However, she stayed seated on the bench while he kept pacing. In the middle of the cashier ringing me up, I observed him say something to her and then walk out the doors. I scooped up my purchases and walked to her. I asked her what he had said to her. She said that he asked her yet again if she had a lighter and when she told him no, he got noticeably frustrated and walked out the door. Did he forget that he had already asked her or did he think that she had went and boughten one just for him? We had no clue.

At this point, I was a little worried that he would be waiting outside for us. I fished my pepper spray out of my purse and told my sister to use it if she had to. I then subtly opened my pocket knife and held it in my hand but hid my hand in my sleeve so that it wasn’t obvious that I had it. I remote started my car so it would be running when we got to it. When we walked outside, he was standing around the corner glaring at us. We started walking towards my car. I was not parked that far away thank goodness. I kept glancing back at him to assure that he was not trying to follow us. We were almost to my car when we heard him yell out, “Just a couple of spoiled little brats. That’s all you are.” All I could think was, just because neither one of us smoked and we didn’t have a lighter for you, that makes us a couple of spoiled brats? Okay then. I told my sister to get right in the car and to lock her door. I opened my back door, shoved my purchases in the back seat and shut the door. I closed my knife, put it back in my purse and shoved my purse in the car. Before I got in the car however, I noticed that there was a smaller, blonde woman, probably in her 30’s getting out of her car and about to head towards the store. I walked up to her and told her that there was a sketchy man hanging out around the entrance of the store and to be careful. She said okay and thanked me.
I got in the car and backed out of my spot. I started driving down the aisle pointing towards the front of the store. I told my sister that I wanted to wait and make sure that this woman made it in the store. Right before she entered the store, he walked over to her and I assume said something to her because she turned to look at him and shook her head. When she turned to walk in the doors, he walked up right behind her and I don’t know if he was going to touch her, follow her or what he was going to do. I did not wait to find out. I honked my horn and turned on my brights. He turned, looked at me and quickly walked in the opposite direction. He was heading over to the parking lot of the store next door. This was also a 24-hour store. I told my sister that I was uncomfortable just knowing that this guy was out here harassing people, so I called the non-emergency police hot line. I told the operator what had just taken place, gave her a description of the man and where I last seen him headed. She told me that she would send an officer out there to check things out. I gave her my name and number, said thanks and hung up. The last we seen him, he was just pacing in front of the store next door. There was nothing more that we could do and quite frankly, I didn’t want to piss him off any more than we already had, so we just headed home. Never heard anything from the police and never seen the man again. I hope for the sake of other shoppers, that he got his lighter…

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This actually happened to me a few years back at the University of the Arts in Philadelphia. 
My sophomore year, I roomed with a girl named Kara. She was a jazz vocalist, but her main interest was opera. We had a small room on the sixth floor of a dormitory called Juniper Hall. The walls were thin, and her last night singing and voice practices would keep me up late. After a month or so of lost sleep, I convinced her to move her last night practices to the music studios in the Merriam theater building a block away. 
Around 8:00 one evening, Kara announced that she would be practicing late for an upcoming recital and probably wouldn’t be home until around midnight. Great, I thought, that means I can go to bed early (I was beat … I had a horrible day in acting studio, and was ready to pass out as soon as I had dinner). She said goodnight and left, coffee and sheet music in hand. 
I made some grilled cheese and soup, gobbled it down, and immediately began to prepare for bed. By the time I got out of the shower, my eyelids were so heavy I could hardly brush my teeth. I pulled on my PJ’s and crawled into the top bunk of our bunk bed. I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow. 
I should take a second to describe the layout of our apartment. When entering the apartment, the bedroom was through a door immediately to the left. Our bathroom was inside the bedroom, just past the bunk beds. (UArts is nice in the sense that you don’t have to share bathrooms).
Anyway, I woke up to the sound of the apartment door closing. I opened my eyes and groggily check my phone: midnight on the dot. I rolled back over and closed my eyes. I heard Kara enter the room and stop in front of the bunk bed. Checking to see if I’m actually asleep, i thought. She flopped down on the bed below me, which was strange, as she was a stickler for brushing her teeth and washing up before bed. Then again, exams were just around the corner, and we were alle exhausted. The mattress below me creaked, and then was silent. I couldn’t even hear her breathing. 
I started to drift off again. I was just on the edge of deep sleep when I was startled awake again by a noise. 
A key in the lock. The door opening. 
And Kara entering our apartment, humming an opera tune the mattress below me creaked

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“I know, took them long enough to see my full potential.” I laughed and walked into the kitchen until my last step almost went through the door. “What the?” The floorboard was breaking. “Lauren, can you please come over here?”
“Yeah what’s up?”
“Can you get the hammer please?”
“Sure.”
Lauren handed the hammer to me and watched me pry open the floorboard. It was opening up until this waft of terrible odor came up. It was so gross and Lauren was coughing. “Mom! eww, gross what is that?!”
“I don’t know! Go get the flashlight, there’s probably a couple dead animals down here.”
I grabbed the flashlight from her and looked through a small hole in the floor. I couldn’t see anything except bags so I called an exterminator to come, luckily for us, he came over right away. He opened up the floor a lot more and I saw the most disturbing thing ever. Those bags were actually body bags. The exterminator was horrified and that’s when he asked what my husband’s name was.

“Are you serious? My husband is not capable of this!” But I told him his name anyway and he took this information to the police for me. My husband came home after the exterminator and I took out the bodies and hid the smell with a lot of fabreez. The police contacted me two days later and told me that my husband was a serial killer back 4 years ago and is still occasionally doing so, they also said they’re coming over right now to arrest him. I thanked the police and hung up. Scared, I turned around to see my husband in the doorway standing there, not saying a word. We stood there staring at each other until he darted at me. I picked up the mini lamp on the desk, hit him and ran to Lauren and Valerie. I locked all of us into Laurens room away from Bruce. We called the cops to see if they left, then waited. The police will be here in 2 minutes. With Valerie asking all these questions and Lauren crying I got even more scared and started to cry too. I heard a banging sound in the house and Valerie screamed. Then I heard the police sirens go out. My anxiety was kicking in and I started to get a panic attack. There were bangings on the door with someone yelling. “It’s okay we got him!” I slowly walked to the door and opened it. The police breathing hard and had a scared expression on his face. “You didn’t get him.. did you?” I loved him with all my heart but I knew I was going to leave him anyway after everything he did. “No ma’am I’m sorry he took off. We went into the police car to talk to some people so they could get a better understanding. I still wonder till this day Is how did I not figure out sooner that he’s a serial killer.

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