The older man who knew (or pretended to know) my mother.

I remember the day very clearly. It was a late Sunday afternoon, about 3pm, and I had stepped out of my front door to walk to the nearby corner store to buy some gum and chips - the only two snacks I wanted at the time.<br><br>I was 14 years old, and this was not odd. I had done this everyday for the last 3 years. <br><br>This day, was a little different.<br><br>As I walked down the path, I noticed a man standing across the street from my house. He was staring at me, and I didn't feel comfortable. I ignored him and continued walking. <br><br>I crossed the street, reaching the middle of the road when I heard a voice behind me. <br><br>"Hay there. Do you remember me?"<br><br>I turned to see the man was now walking towards me, and I didn't know what to say.<br><br>"Huh?" I responded.<br><br>I didn't know this man. Not even a little bit.<br><br>"Don't you remember me? Your mom is a good friend of mine." He said, stopping in front of me. He was older than my father, but younger than my grandfather. He was dirty, and smelt like the homeless guys I had seen downtown. He was wearing a black leather coat, and had a couple of bags with him. <br><br>"I.. uh... My mom is at work." I replied, trying to show I wasn't scared of him.<br><br>"Yeah, I know. She said I could wait at her place until she got back." He said. <br><br>This immediately gave me red flags. My mother never did this. She had never mentioned this man, or said anything about him visiting. I felt his story was made up, and I knew I had to get away from him.<br><br>"Hay, there! Get away from that little girl!" A woman yelled from behind me.<br><br>I turned to see a woman walking down the street towards us. She was 50-ish, and had a couple of kids with her. <br><br>"I'm trying to get home, but this little girl won't let me pass!" The man responded. <br><br>"I'm not a little girl. I'm a little boy." I corrected.<br><br>"We're going to call the cops!" The lady yelled as they walked away. <br><br>"Fine! Call the cops! You don't know who I am! You don't know anything!" The man yelled back. <br><br>"Let's go call the cops!" The lady yelled at me. <br><br>I ran after them, to the nearest house (which was the corner store), and called the cops from the older guys phone. The man was gone when the cops arrived (a few minutes), but the lady stayed and gave a statement. <br><br>When my mother got home, I recounted the story I had told the police to her, and she looked mad. I asked her if she knew that man, and she didn't. She said she never said anything like that to anyone, and that she would never do something like that.<br><br>I was shaken up, but forgot about it after awhile. But now, thinking about it, creeps me out.