On my way home from work at about 1 am last week some creepy guy followed me.
I’m not sure when this guy got in behind me, I know it was on the freeway but I’m not sure if he followed me all the way from 201 on to 215 and then off at the 35th south exit or if he picked me up somewhere on 215. But he was definitely behind me on 215, and on the off ramp, and behind me at the light, and on the frontage road, and on 37th. That I noticed. How could I not, he was riding so close I was wondering if he was trying to borrow my lighter (a joke that worked a lot better when cars had lighters rather than electrical ports). He also turned onto my street right behind me.
Now, I’m not the most aware driver in the world, my driving record clearly shows that, but when some guy’s sitting on your tailgate close enough that you can’t see his lights at 1 am you notice when he turns in to your very small neighborhood. The question is what do you do about it? It was 1:15, I was tired, I wanted to get home and get into bed. And yet… well, I didn’t want this guy to know where I live. So I passed right by my house. I took a right at the end of my street and another at the next street, at which point it became clear that he did not just happen to be another resident of the neighborhood heading home. By that time I had taken a route through the neighborhood that no one who knows the neighborhood would take. This was getting weirder.
I pulled over. I was still in my residential neighbor hood and I pulled over in front of whatever house I happened to be near. And he pulled over right behind me. I didn’t turn off the car or the lights or anything, I just sat a waited to see what he would do. It was possible that he wanted to tell me that I had a brake light out or a low tire or something after all, farfetched but possible. Except that he didn’t do anything either. He didn’t get out to talk to me, he didn’t honk or wave, he just sat there for a minute behind me. And then he flashed his lights at me. I still have no idea what that was supposed to mean. And then he turned his lights off completely and backed away from my car.
He backed to the end of the street and around the corner so that he could get out of the neighborhood.
At which point my curiosity was definitely piqued not to mention I was getting a little bit mad.
So I followed him.
He headed down 27th west, a road I drive several times a day, and then turned at a light headed west and then took the first right. I’ve lived int his neighborhood for 8 years, I knew where he was going to end up. And so, because I watch far too much television, I took another route and sure enough, he came out just where I thought he would. So I followed him some more. He headed down the street and then pulled over to the side of the road, turned off his lights and looked like he was parking.
Until I pulled up beside him.
I rolled down my window to confront him, he looked over, saw me, and tore out of there like he was on fire. Huh, interesting.
Luckily when he pulled past me he was close enough for long enough that I got his license plate number. I had also gotten a look at him.
I followed him for another minute or so but it was pretty clear that he wasn’t going to let me talk to him so I let him go (and went to the police station which was on my way home and despite the fact that the doors were open and lights on I was able to locate any people so I gave up) and went home to call the cops.
The dispatcher said that they’d drive around and look for him and with the plate info, contact the owner of the vehicle and see where he was and if it was him or whatever but… *shrug*
What I want to know is what was his plan? If I hadn’t noticed him, if I had gone ahead and pulled into my carport was he going to come up behind me, knock me out and drag me away? That seems like an awfully caveman move to make. What was he play?
I guess I’ll never know.
That’s probably a good thing.