I went out for a snack run to the gas station and a man held the door open for me and let me through then proceeded to lurk around the aisles watching me until I got to the register. He disappeared while I was paying and I automatically assumed he’d gone out to hide somewhere near my car so I asked for someone to walk me out and they sent me out with the guy mopping the floor.
Sure enough he was lurking between a post and the ice machine and stepped out when he heard me approaching. Luckily the presence of the employee behind me was enough to make him act like he wasn’t going to attack me.
I know I’ll probably be labeled as “paranoid” and “anxious” because “nothing actually happened” but all those factors combined have me feeling justified about my hair standing up when I realized he was gone. I usually carry but this time I was “just going to get chips”.