I remember earlier this year I had went to a local drug store to pick up Easter candy because I saw a sale in the paper. It was a very cold day and so I dressed appropriately (scarf around neck, downcoat, hoodie,etc). When I entered the small store a new guy was working there and was standing in the crossroads of the many aisles. He began staring at me while he talked on his phone and I got butterflies in my stomach, so I decided not to walk forward. I took another aisle which circled around him, I passed him and he started at me again in my direction.
This happened about three more times. I couldn’t find the candy section so I went to the cash register lady. She pointed in the correct direction and proceeded. When I finally got the the aisle, I saw that the new guy had moved to it. I ignores him as I browsed through the section. He said, “come here” in a whisper. He inched closer and put his phone down as his eyes centered on m e. He asked, “How are you?” I think I may have just nodded.
Then he whispered, “I’ve seen you outside with your face all covered up with your scarf and your headphones on before,” as he invaded my personal space and his face inched closer to mine. I turned around to the opposite section. He followed and said “You need some help ?” I told him no, quickly grabbed the items and went to checkout. His whole aura screamed creepy.
– B
Location: City Center, Philadelphia, PA
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