This happened in about 1979 and I was twelve years old. My family had moved to the country and decided we'd go back to our hometown shopping for the
day. There was the parents, myself, my younger sister and two friends who were also sisters.
I convinced my parents to drop us girls off at a Walgreens drugstore, and they continued through a parking lot, to another store at the complex. When
us girls were finished shopping, we were to walk across the parking lot and meet them in about thirty minutes. Once inside the store we chatted about
lip gloss, clothes etc and eventually made our way over to the teen magazines. I noticed a man was sort of nonchalantly following us around the store
acting as if he were looking at items. I guess it put my hackles up because we were looking at specifically "girl" type items but hey, guys shop for
girlfriend / wife gifts at drugstores, right?
So we're in the magazine aisle and he comes up right behind me, reaches up above me, sort of laying into my back a little and grabs a magazine off
the top rack. I expected him to say "excuse me" and back off as soon as he had magazine in hand but he didn't and started thumbing through the book
while sister and friends chatted next to me. I felt this wave of dread and panic come over me. My pulse was racing and the air felt thick. Every hair
stood up and I felt nauseous. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that he was looking at one of those "True Crime" type deals. I rudely jabbed my
sister in the side and whispered "follow me. NOW" I marched away and out the door, my sister grabbing the other two girls scrambled after me with
"what's your problem?!"
We got about 200 feet down the sidewalk before I realized he was right behind us. We were moving at a pretty good clip and about halfway through the
parking lot I had to surpress the urge to just break out and run for the other store. I knew inside the door there was a security guard. My sister and
the other girls were panicky as we approached the guard, I turned around to see if he was still there and he was gone. My parents were waiting for us
and I began to relay that this guy had been stalking us over to this store. The guard ushered us into this doorway and we went up to the second story
where there were darkened mirrors which overlooked the entire store. He asked me if I could point the man out in the store and I saw him and did. I
was pretty astonished because I could not figure out how he could literally slip into the store without me or the other girls seeing him, he was right
The guard told us he could do nothing unless he was seen acting strangely. A plan was hatched to send me back out into the store alone in the music
record aisle while the others went to the snack bar. Only reason I agreed to this was they had cameras and my parents were not far, security guards
would be watching my every move. I went to the record aisle and he appeared and came up right behind me breathing down my neck. I moved to another
aisle, he followed. Soon the security guard comes out, takes guy by the arm and leads him off to security office where they question him. We were
asked to wait at snack bar. We saw Sheriff dept. come in and take the guy out in cuffs.
Security guard comes and tells us that they found his car parked way in the rear of the lot with an accomplice waiting. They were both wanted for
child abduction and sexual assault of children in the next state over. Turns out they hitched to my state by freight train hopping and stole the car.
Things were found in the car and to this day, I am now middle aged, my Mom and Dad have always refused to tell me what those items were.
I haven't thought about the experience for a long time but it had nothing to do with his eyes, for me. I don't even recall what he looked like. It
was the vibe of evil. Not only were things not right, they were way off. I can remember precisely how conscious I was of my words to the security
guard and my parents because I didn't want to seem crazy or overreacting/ crossed social signals, etc. I felt this guy wanted to grab one of us but I
couldn't understand why he would choose a group of girls and not some lone kid? Didn't that seem absurd?
A couple of years later after my parents had divorced, my Mom had a stalker in our apartment complex and he was creepy. Would go into the basement
and listen to us through the heat vents, pop up at both front and back doors even after you checked to see if the coast was clear first. Didn't get
evil vibe from him, but his stealth was kinda scary. We had the strange idea that he was in our apartment while we were gone during the day. Things
were moved around and stuff when we got home. Yeah, we moved. Still remember that one's name *shudder*
Never had anyone stare directly at me with evil in their eyes and I hope I never do.