Yesterday I was stalked, followed and filmed by a fucking creep. It was like an episode of Law and Order except I didn’t die.
I was at my boss’ apartment trying to find his mailbox key so I could check the mail and get my company credit card so I could buy some things for his apartment when he gets back from Brazil, etc. I left his apartment at Fulton Street at around four o’clock in the evening and went to the corner to a little french cafe called Financier. There was a black man about four, five inches taller than me standing by a one of those USPS drop boxes and he followed me in. He was wearing a black backpack, a loose white shirt, dark, maybe black jeans and a navy blue and white hat. He had a round face, too. A bit of facial hair but not much. He looked like he was in his late 20s but I wasn’t sure. I was looking at the tarts when I really noticed him. He didn’t seem like the kind of man that would want to eat at a super expensive, luxe French cafe so I moved over the juices. He was eyeing me and moved a little closer so I moved towards the tables and pretended to look at the menu. He moved towards me. I was losing my appetite at that point and walked outside.
He walked outside, too. He thought I couldn’t see him but I watch enough Criminal Minds and Law and Order and Blue Bloods to know that there are people out there that are fucking psychos and want to rape and kill you. I walked down the block and he followed me from across the street, I walked backwards towards the cafe again and he approached me and asked me if I had the time. By that point I had called my mother and told her what was happening. I told him, “No,” and gave him a look. Then I hung up with my now very frantic mother and started walking towards Brooklyn Bridge. This guy was still following me and at one point he was about two feet away from me. Staring at me. Looking me up and down. And that’s when I noticed the video camera in his hand. That fucking prick was videotaping me. Tilting the camera up and then down and then back up and then down. I approached him and said, “What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck is your problem?” and he scurried away but when I started walking he started following me again.
I saw a police car about a quarter mile away so I started walking towards it, weaving in and out and trying to lose this guy. At one point I did but he saw me and practically ran across the street to follow me again. The police car was empty. I looked around and couldn’t find a police officer but then I remembered that there was a courthouse or something on Centre Street which was three, maybe four blocks away from me. I started speed walking towards there. This guy was still following me. I rushed into what I thought was a courthouse but was really some sort of school. I told the security guard what was happening and he took me to another security guard who called her head. All the while, this guy was sitting on a bench across from the fucking school waiting for me to come out. Long story short, the police officer couldn’t find the guy but I knew he was there hiding somewhere in the park across from us. I could feel him looking at me and I was disgusted and frustrated. I asked her to escort me to a taxi and she did. I told the taxi driver to take me home and he did.
I am so fucking disgusted by the fact that somewhere out there there’s footage of me, that this fucking creep is masturbating to it. I am absolutely disgusted. I’m glad that I’m alive and that he didn’t touch or attack me but I can’t stop thinking about that fucking video camera.
