I think my neighbor might kill me.

This story has been in my back pocket for months, but I think it’s time I get it off my chest. It started 2 years ago, when my husband and I bought a house in the country. We live on 5 acres of land in a very remote area. We love it, except for the fact that we have no neighbors except for one, very strange man.<br><br>His name is Bruce, and he’s lived in the area his whole life. We don’t know much about him, but we do know that he’s been married to his wife for over 40 years. We don’t know any more than that. <br><br>The trouble started after a snow storm last week. We got over 18 inches of snow, and I went out to shovel it the next morning. I didn’t make it all the way around the property, when I saw a figure in the field. It was Bruce, and he was staring at me. I smiled and said hi, and he didn’t respond. He kept watching me as I shoveled. After 15 minutes of this, I started to get uncomfortable. I turned around and walked back to the house, and he turned around and followed me. I didn’t think much of it, thinking he was just being friendly. <br><br>That was until last weekend. My husband went deer hunting on our property, and I was shoveling snow again. I made it about halfway around when I saw Bruce again. He was standing at the edge of our property, and he was watching my husband. I waved and said hi again, and this time he looked at me and said nothing. He just watched my husband, and after about 10 minutes he turned around and walked off. This time I got a bad vibe, and I was scared. <br><br>The next day, I was at the grocery store. When I pulled back into my driveway, I saw Bruce standing at the fence between our properties. He stared at me as I got out of my car, and he just watched me as I walked to the door. <br><br>Then something happened that made my blood run cold. He started filming me with a camera, and it was so creepy. I went inside and locked the door, and my heart was racing. The next night, I woke up to my doorbell ringing. I stared at it for 10 minutes, wondering who it could be, and finally decided to call the police. I got up and walked to the door, and when I looked in the peephole I saw Bruce. He was standing at my front door and knocked again. I opened it and said I’d be a minute, but then I shut and locked it. I called 911 and told them that a man was at my house, and I was scared. They told me to stay on the line, and I did. After a few minutes the police showed up and arrested him. <br><br>Turns out, he’s been watching me for months and decided to escalate things. He’s currently in jail, and I can finally sleep at night knowing that he’s not watching my house. Thank God that situation didn’t end in tragedy.