My dad saved me

Three years ago I was 12, and I was walking through a parking lot with my dad in MN. It was around 9 pm and almost everyone but us was gone; everyone had left after the movie night we were at ended. I saw a kid around my age walking around aimlessly, and he saw me and waved. He looked vaguely familiar, and I felt like I had seen him before, but I couldn’t quite remember where. I felt a little uneasy, but it was probably just because I couldn’t remember. My dad asked me who he was and I told him I didn’t know. He said it was probably fine and I should go talk to him while he got the car keys. I walked towards him, and he started walking towards me. As he got closer, I realized he wasn’t acting right. He was walking almost stiffly, and his eyes locked onto mine. I felt a little more uneasy, but I had to tell him I couldn’t talk. I got a little closer, and waved again. He didn’t wave back; he just kept walking. I felt frozen in place as he kept walking. I felt almost scared, and I realized something was wrong. I called out to him, and he stopped. I asked him what his name was. Something didn’t feel right, and I didn’t trust him. He looked at me and said “your name is Luce. Not sure how I know that, but I just do. My name is... uh... Luke.” I was horrified. I felt my heart almost stop. I’ve never told that name to anyone, not even my friends. That was my old name back in California, and that was it. Luce. I tried to back away, not wanting to get any closer, and I called my dad. He walked towards me, not saying anything. I back away even more, until I tripped and fell over. Luke started running towards me, until he saw my dad. He immediately stopped, and back away. I scooted backward, watching him. My dad asked if he wanted to talk, but Luke said no and took off in a full sprint. My dad rushed me to the car and we took off. We didn’t stop for miles. We didn’t talk much, but my dad looked at me and told me never to tell anyone that name. Once we got home, he called my mom and told her everything. They were both very worried. They told me Luke was likely a person who had stalked me in California, and moved here to be with me. We didn’t know how he knew where we were, but we were glad to be gone. We moved a few weeks later, to a different state. I haven’t seen him since, and I hope I never do. I now go by the name Lily, and I haven’t told anyone else that my real name is Luce. Luke, I don’t know who you are, but let’s not meet again.