When I was in elementary school, I rode public transportation to school, which required transferring busses once each way. The stop that I waited at was also for some reason (not sure what was nearby but it must have been something) a stop that a lot of mentally retarded/ill people waited at, right at the same time I did. Normally I didn’t pay them any attention, until one of them started getting obsessed with me. He would make kissing faces at me every day, or mouth the words “I love you” to me… (keep in mind I was all of maybe 9 or 10 years old). One day he got a 7-Up from the soda machine at the gas station that was right next to the bus stop, and halfway through it he offered some to me. I politely refused, but he insisted. In fact, he started coming at me. He chased me around the bus stop 3 or 4 times until finally I ran inside the gas station and asked the manager if I could wait for the bus inside. shudder
I also had a car pull up next to me once when I was walking home from the bus stop… The person inside the car told me that they knew what bus I rode, and knew where I lived, and why didn’t I just hop in and they’d give me a ride the rest of the way? I said no and started running.
Jackamus speculates that Roachman’s story of his girlfriend being stalked by a cop might have actually be an encounter with the Green River killer dressed as a cop.
Roachman, when did your incident happen? The Green River killer’s murders happened in 1982 through 1984. It’s presumed that the Green River killer is now dead or at least living somewhere else. If the incident you describe happened recently, how old was the cop? Could he even have been old enough to have committed the murders in the mid-80’s?
A woman I worked with receiving cards and notes from somebody. She goes to her car after work one day and the window is smashed out. Laying on the seat is a bunch of flowers and a card.
She at that point finds out who the mystery guy is. He professes his love for her and signs the card. She had a restraining order issued against him immediately.
I broke up with this guy after two years. The weird thing is, he didn’t even seem to be all that into me while we were going out, so I decided to cut my losses in this dead end relationship and move on. And then…
He starts showing up everywhere I go -clubs, shopping, everthing. A few months after the big break up, I meet a great guy - fun, no obvious mental problems. Soon after, boyfriend #1 comes up to me in a bar and says “I know who you’re dating now. His name is Mike and he lives at (Gives new boyfriend’s address) and he drives a (Describes car, licence plate # and all)” Blah, blah, spends the next few minutes describing in great detail, my new honey’s life, appearance, schedule, date of birth, you name it. That’s the only time it scared me - it was like fine, stalk me, I don’t care, but leave this guy the hell alone.
One night, as I was driving to New BF’s house, I noticed a car behind me. I didn’t think much about it until it was still there after I turned several corners. I got to Mike’s house (on a dead end street) and ran into his house. The car pulled up and parked, still running, right across the street and stayed there for about an hour. (I could not really see the guy but could see that it was NOT my ex.) It was minus 37 that night, hardly the weather for just hanging out in your car.
But hey, I got a double stalker for the price of one!
I seem to attract these guys, starting from the age of twelve. (Yup, twelve.) There was this guy named Willy who would follow me everywhere at school, he would even follow me home. He was a little older - 14, 15. I tried to tell teachers about it, but hey thought it was more of a joke. One my 12th birthday, Willy came up to me and told me I was finally old enough to have his baby. Nice joke,asshole! That was the worst because nobody took it seriously. Last year I was driving with my husband and we drove by Willy. I had no idea how much he had gotten to me, I just became hysterical and started freaking out at the sight of him. (He did not see me)I mean, if just seeing him almost 15 years after the fact causes me to react that way, it was obviously not a joke.
Sorry for the rambling post. I have the flu and I have consumed much Ny-quil. Thank you and good night.
Aw, shucks, I’m getting so old that I’m getting my decades mixed up. I used to hate it when my mom did that!
Yeah, Roachman, it probably couldn’t have been the Green River killer you saw. Probably just some cop who’s either a pervert or sleeping through his shifts. Altho I think I might have called to report him–he sounds extremely weird.
If anyone is interested in information on the Green River killer, or other crime news, go to this site: http://www.apbnews.com/crimesolvers/unsolved/index.html There is a bulletin board there to work with the famous FBI profiler John Douglas on solving the case.
The site is really interesting. They have an article on some “new” information on the JFK assassination and are doing a poll on the most important crime of the century. All kinds of crime stories. Maybe that will help fill in some time till some new stories are posted here.
I remember once when I was 18 or 19, I was in a residential neighborhood I knew really well (thankfully) when someone backed out right in front of me. I put on the brakes, swerved, and honked at them, and then kept going. This was about 11pm… anyway, I see the car get behind me and so I turned down a side street I wasn’t intending to go down (didn’t want to go to my house or anything) and sure enough, they followed me. So I turned down another street… they folowed. I circled the block and they followed. I went around the same block again, and they still followed. Now by now it was obvious… I mean, they HAD to know that I knew they were following, right? But they kpt following me. After a few laps around the block, I sped up to beat them around a corner before they could see me, and then ducked down an alley. The alley had a little driveway off of it, about halfway down, (which I knew about) so I went there and shut off the lights. They couldn’t see where I had gone and I guess they left… I waited about 10 minutes then I took off.
1980 or so–
When I was about 15 years old I was riding my bike home from a daytime babysitting job. We lived way out in the country and there were few houses around. A blue el camino pulled up next to me and stayed right behind me. The driver was about 30, male, and he didn’t say anything to me. He just stayed right behind me, slowly. When I got to my house, I ran in and found no one was home. He parked beside the barn in our driveway, but just far enough away that I couldn’t see him well. I locked the doors and watched as he drove past my house. He left and came back several times.
Then my dad got home, I ran out, told him about it, and as I was speaking, the guy drove by again. He took off fast & my dad jumped in his truck and chased him. He never caught up to him but was gone for about an hour. In the mean time, I had run out of the house and locked myself out. Then I was scared.
1995
One night I had been working late, was pregnant, tired, and anxious to get home. As I pulled into my small neighborhood, I must have come quickly upon this car. I realized I had absentmindedly tailgaited him, as he pulled over right away and motioned me to pass.
As I passed him up hill, he stepped on the gas and glued himself to my back bumper. He followed me up the hill to my house. As I pulled into my street, he stopped and I looked at him. Some 50+yr old geezer. He glared at me, turned around, then left in a huff.
I didn’t know him, but I saw where he went (2 blocks back down the hill). So I turned around, went to his street, pulled up as he was getting out of his car, and called to him, “Were you trying to scare me?” He didn’t answer me, so I said, “That was really noble. Are you proud of yourself?”
He said nothing. I left.