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Creeper In A Red Truck

I'm a 20 year old female. About 5'6" and a bit on the heavier side. I have been cat called and creeped on more times than I can remember but this one really stuck with me.

When I was 16 I went to a film making class for teens. And to get there I took 1 bus and walked about 6 blocks on a major street. I went to this class about twice a week so I knew the route well and walking it was second nature to me. It was just a normal Wednesday walking the 6 blocks when I saw a old beat up red truck pulling up along side me. It had slowed down to a crawl and that's when I really took notice of it.

I looked up to see a man in his forties staring at me, giving me a toothy grin. He waved and motioned for me to come closer, I tried to ignore him and kept walking. This shit happened to me all the time and I didn't think much of it. I could hear him calling to me, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. It was another language but not one I recognized. He continued to drive beside me for the rest of the block before he started speaking English.

"Come here!" He kept saying saying. Getting louder each time. Eventually I looked up and called back

"No! Leave me alone!" He ignored it and started telling me to get in his truck. At this point he has followed me for 2 1/2 almost 3 blocks. I start to get a pit in my stomach as I realize something was very wrong. He was yelling at me to get in his car with more and more anger in his voice as he continued to follow me for the 4th block. I only had about 2 blocks left between me and the building my class was in so I started to run. He matched my speed and started screaming insults at me some were in English some weren't.

"GET IN THE FUCKING CAR YOU WHORE!" He screamed looking like he was about to pull over and get out. I ran as fast as I could and burst through the door of my class building in tears. My teacher immediately asked what was wrong and I told him some guy was trying to take me outside.

My teacher Being a very tall man ran outside to find the guy. But there was no sign of the guy or his truck anywhere. I don't know what would have happened to me if my class had been even one more black away I might not have made it.

I stopped going to class after that. Mostly for unrelated reasons.

Whoever you are creepy truck guy, I hope I never see you again.