I had a creepy encounter with a man who claimed to be blind

Things you need to know about this story- <br><br>I’m a 29F and I’m a florist. One day, I had to deliver some flowers to a restaurant. The restaurant was over an hour away from my shop, and they wanted the order for a special occasion so I decided to drive the flowers over. <br><br>I was in my work van (a little sprinter van) and I was on my way home from the delivery. I’m not sure what part of the country this was in, because it was a rural area and there were a few cities around but I’m sure this was in the United States. <br><br>I don’t remember the exact details of the road I was on, but the only thing I remember is the pavement was terrible. So there were a lot of potholes on this road and when I was driving, my van started to feel wobbly. I don’t know if it was my tire, or my alignment, or what else, but my van wasn’t running properly. I thought it might be a flat tire, but I’m not 100% sure. IT was garbage. <br><br>I pulled over to the side of the road and got out to look at the tires. I didn’t have a spare with me, and I wasn’t good at changing tires. But I wanted to see what was going on because it was such a bad feeling, like I was driving on three wheels. <br><br>When I got out, I saw a car behind me pull over, onto the shoulder. A little red sedan. But I didn’t really think anything of it because I assumed they were also having car trouble. I didn’t see anyone get out of the car or come towards me, so I didn’t think much of the situation. <br><br>As I’m looking at my tires, I hear a stick tapping on the pavement. It was coming from behind me, and I could hear footsteps. The footsteps got closer, so I turned around to see a man walking with a cane. It looked like one of those canes you’d see a blind person walk with, and this man was wearing sunglasses. <br><br>His cane was black, and the tip was orange. I remember because it reminded me of traffic cones. <br><br>I thought this man was another person who had stopped to help me, but I didn’t see his car anywhere until I remembered the red car on the shoulder behind mine. <br><br>Hi, I had a little issue with my van. I’m not sure what it is. I might need to call a tow truck. <br><br>“Oh, where are you parked?” <br><br>I’m parked over there. <br><br>“Where’s over there?” He was tapping his cane on the ground, and taking small steps in my direction. <br><br>Over there, right next to my car. <br><br>“Where’s your car?” He kept asking me where I was, and where my car was. It was strange, because even though he claimed to be blind, he was looking directly at me when he talked. <br><br>I felt so uneasy during this, because he was asking me all these questions. Where I parked, what was wrong with my car, if I needed help. I didn’t want help from this strange man. <br><br>“It’s probably a flat tire or something.” Is all I said, and I was hoping he’d get the message I didn’t want to talk. <br><br>I decided to walk towards the driver side of my van, and when I did I noticed he stopped tapping his cane and stood still. <br><br>“I think you should let me look.” Is all he said. <br><br>This man had no intentions of helping me. I didn’t want him near my van, and I didn’t want him near me. I decided to call my dad and tell him my situation. I walked to the passenger side of the van, and got in through the passenger door (I don’t know why I did this, because it makes no sense to me even now as I write this) My van doors were unlocked so I opened it, got in and shut the door. <br><br>As soon as I shut the door, I heard my side windows rattle vigorously, like someone was shaking them. It freaked me out so bad, because I hadn’t seen the man approach my van, and at this point I knew he wasn’t blind. He was just faking it. <br><br>He was on my side of the van, and I’m on the phone with my dad. He shakes the windows so hard to the point where he’s actually moving the van. I scream, and my dad hears me scream and says “what’s wrong? What’s going on?” <br><br>And this man shakes the windows again, and I hear him say, “Open the door!” In a very deep and angry voice. <br><br>I hung up the phone and I quickly drove away. I didn’t even care if my tire was flat or not, I didn’t care if I blew it. I didn’t even look in my rear view mirror to see if he followed me. <br><br>I drove for miles until I finally saw a gas station. I pulled over there are ran inside to tell someone what happened. I told this lady who was working the cash register what happened, and the way I was acting, she knew something was wrong. <br><br>The police came, and the lady at the cash register stayed with me until they showed up. I didn’t give them my location, because they might have had a way of finding out. I didn’t give them my name, my phone number, my license plate number, nothing. <br><br>So, creepy blind guy, let’s not meet again.