Okay, second time posting on this subreddit so be kind! I've had quite a few creepy experiences in my life. My boyfriend jokes that I'm a magnet for serial killers/creepy guys in general. I figured I'd share, since y'all enjoyed the last one so much.
I live not too far from Pittsburgh. Where I grew up wasn't the best area, and my parents weren't the best either. Ten years ago, I was 15. And really stupid. Like really really stupid. My parents let me do whatever I wanted without consequence, so I was a huge brat. I thought of myself as very mature and independent since I had been looking after myself since a very young age. Think of a bratty Matilda. I was a lot more brave than I should of been. Where I grew up a lot of the kids in my neighborhood were armed with knives for defense, I was no exception. Thinking back, maybe instead of giving kids knife lessons at 6 years old, maybe you should just keep them inside????????
So it was late, probably 1:30am-2:00am. I had left my house without my parent's knowledge and was headed to my friend's house to smoke a bowl. It was maybe a half an hour walk. Starting with a very steep hill, past the local bar, then a walk through a pretty rough neighborhood. I had walked it many times before, I thought nothing of it.
I made it to the bottom of the hill without incident and was walking past the local bar. I lit up a cigarette and noticed a guy standing outside smoking too. He was anywhere between 40-50 years old. It's hard to tell ages where I live, honestly, because most people here work their hands to the bone. Needless to say, hours of working overtime and drinking away your sorrows does not age you well. He didn't look out of place for the town either. His hands looked dirty and he was wearing navy blue work overalls (no name tag). He looked at me and nodded a hello, which I returned and thought nothing of it.
As is all too common in these stories, maybe 5 minutes later I get that sinking feeling of being watched. I pretty much figured it was the guy I had passed earlier. A lot of people in the area frequently lose their licenses to DUI's, so I tried to rationalize it by thinking he was just walking home from a boozy night and just so happened to live this way. I look behind me when I get to an intersection (so I just look like I'm looking for cars coming) he's about 30-40ft behind me, walking slow and deliberately.
Instead of crossing the street and heading to the local police station which was only about 4 minutes away if I sprinted, the "intelligent" 15 year old me decided to figure out if he was really following me by taking my trek to the alley ways instead of the main road. I turned off the main road and started walking faster. The guy followed me and matched my pace. "Intelligent" me tried to lose him. I came up with a brilliant idea to cut through this shortcut I had. You go in between these two houses (they are all very close together in that part of town, maybe a two and a half foot gap) towards the back of the house is a gate that has an actual padlock on the opposite side and the gate was always open. It would be very hard to jump over because there was a window air conditioning unit right above it. You had to duck or maneuver around it. So I would run through, lock the gate and run to my friend's. I even planned to laugh as I ran away.
It didn't go as planned. I started running, turned onto the street, ran in between the two houses and to the gate, which was locked for the first time ever, and a junky refrigerator was on the opposite side, blocking me from climbing over. I had literally put myself in a corner for this guy. I swore, tried to climb over and get on top of the fridge somehow but the air conditioning unit made it impossible.
He was standing there for what seemed like forever. I was hyperventilating like a mouse cornered by a cat. I felt like I was going to pass out. He was about 10ft away and he said "hey" very low. I don't remember thinking about it, but I had pulled out my trusty knife and flicked it open. The blade was about four inches long. He stopped. I held it out and spat out "I'm going to stab you" and he actually laughed and started walking toward me again. I then screamed "I'M GOING TO STAB YOU"and postured at him.
A voice from above me called out "ahaaahhaa, she's going to f-ing kill you, man". The creep looked up and turned tail and ran, saying nothing. I looked up, still wide eyed, brandishing my pink hunting knife. It was a guy in his mid twenties, African American, smoking a cigarette outside his window."Hey, wait right there. And don't stab me when I come down! Ahaaaahaaaa"
He came down and I put my knife away. He asked if I was okay and I started crying. He said his name was Treyvon. Him and I sat and smoked on his porch, bullshitting until sunrise. We didn't call the cops, I was too afraid of getting in trouble with my parents. He told me if I ever needed anything to come to him, and jokingly that if he ever needed a creeper stabbed he'd come to me. I had to promise not to be walking the streets at night anymore. Which I was TOTALLY fine with.
Treyvon walked me to my friend's house that morning and I never told anyone about what happened at that time. I was way too embarrassed at how stupid I was. The only ones who know now are Treyvon, my boyfriend and you guys!
I'm glad I met Treyvon, but late night bar stalker, let's never met again. Or else you could get stabbed, ahaaahaaaa.
Submitted November 23, 2015 at 08:11PM by FluentEulogy http://ift.tt/21cpJF2 LetsNotMeet
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