I have terrible luck with creepers following me and whatnot, and this is one of the most recent stories.

I just moved into my own apartment, almost a year ago. I live alone, and I like it that way. I am a small 5ft1 female. 125lbs. And even though I like being by myself, I am very aware of my size and the danger that I could be in if someone were to get the wrong idea.

One day, I was kind of upset and I decided to walk to the liquor store from my apartment.

I got on my headphones, and my sunglasses, and i began the .4 of a mile to the liquor store. It was a nice day, and I was trying to put myself in a better mood, so I put on some good tunes, and a smile, as I walked out the front door.

I walked the first stretch, which was a block-and-a-half to the stoplight at a very busy street intersection. I pressed the cross button, and waiting for the walk light to come on.

While I was waiting, I noticed a small light car to my left, which a large man sitting in the drivers seat. He was turning right, and I smiled at him when I noticed him looking at me, and I waved. I thought he was being cautious of me. He could possibly hit me if he turned and I was not paying attention.

He smiled back at me and turned. I crossed the street, and went right.

I walked the next block and a half to the liquor store, and before I got there I noticed the same small white car parked in the liquor store parking lot.

It was him. He was parked there, waiting for me to walk by. He was waving his arms, trying to get my attention and flag me down.

So, naturally, I did the most adult thing I could think of, which was to ignore him completely and walk into the liquor store.

When I walked in, I told the clerk at the counter about the man that followed me there. I frequent this store, and they have given me a ride home before in the snow. The clerk offered me a ride, and I told him I was going to look around a bit and see if he leaves.

I was there for 30 mins, and I peeked outside and the creepers car was gone. I told the clerk, and he offered again to give me a ride. I told him I was all right, and the car was gone. So I paid for my drinks and left.

I walked back the same way I came, on the exact same streets. I got almost to the street light again, when I heard "HEY! What are you doing?!" coming from the bush to my right.

I looked over, and the same small white car was parked behind a large bush. As he yelled this at me, he got out of his car and started to walk toward me.

I got really tense, and clutched the pepper spray I had attacked to my key chain. It was hot pink, and he must have seen it because as I responded, "walking," he put his hands up, and started to slowly get back into his car.

As for me, I took off at a full out sprint back to the stoplight. I ran into the gas station, and took the back exit so that he could not see which way I was walking home.

Needless to say, he completely took my want to drink away...and I spent the rest of the night scared and sober.