Regular customer at my work, that I should have stayed away from.

It was 2016 when this all happened, and I was 20 years old. I used to work at a gas station, and spent most of my time working the 10p-6a shift only on weekends. That shift was always boring; I would do my homework, or sometimes I would even take a nap on the floor behind the counter if I was feeling too tired to wait it out<br><br>One particular night, I was taking a nap, and was woken up by one of our regular customers, Mike, who always came in late at night when he got off work. He always bought a coffee and a pack of gum, and used the bathroom. He would sometimes talk to me a bit, sometimes he wouldn't. I found him to be really nice, as he was the kind of person who told me to go back to sleep when he noticed that I was half asleep. He was a big guy, I'd guess he was 6'3, and pretty muscular, I remember him telling me that he was an ex cop, but not sure why he quit.<br><br>One night, I woke up to hear the front door chime, it was around 2am, and I was groggy and felt sick. I remember that Mike had walked in, and said hi, and I told him that I wasn't feeling good, and he asked me if I wanted him to get me medicine. I told him no, but thanks for asking. I don't know why, but I remember him saying "You know, you're really cute, I wish I could take care of you." I kind of laughed it off, and went back to sleep. I didn't really think anything of it, as I was delirious with sickness, and I didn't want to overthink anything.<br><br>The next night when he came in, he asked how I was feeling, and I told him I felt better, and told him thanks for asking. He seemed a bit upset that I didn't take him up on his offer the night before. He still went about his usual routine, and I didn't see him again until closing time, when the district manager was there counting down the till. He walked in again, and said hi, and the district manager asked if he could help him. Mike told her that he was waiting for me, and she looked at me weird. I didn't know what to do, I was confused as to why he was waiting for me. <br><br>She asked if he was waiting for me specifically, and he told her yes. At this point, I kind of just wanted to go home, as I had a bad feeling about it. She told him that it was closing time, and she asked if he could step outside. I'm assuming that he did because I didn't see him. I was in the back room taking out the trash, and I remember seeing him standing next to my car, talking on his phone. I didn't know what to do, I felt really scared and was trying not to panic. I told my district manager what was going on, and she told me to go inside and call the police.<br><br>When I called the police, they told me to stay on the line while they traced my location. I remember asking if I should go outside, and they told me stay where I was. I didn't know what to do, my district manager was still outside, and Mike was still next to my car. I remember hearing her yell at him, telling him to get away from me. I didn't know what to do, and I was really overdramatic in my head, I genuinely thought that this man was going to kill me.<br><br>The police said they had traced my location, and asked if I could see them. When I looked through the window, I saw one police car, and one ambulance. They told me to go outside, and one of the officers came in and grabbed me, and took me to the police car, while the other officer went and talked to my district manager. When we got to the police car, they asked what happened, and I told them everything. The cop asked if I could identify him, and I told them I couldn't do that. He asked if I could give a description, and I told them that I couldn't do that either.<br><br>When my district manager came to the car, she told the police that they arrested him. The police told me that I didn't have to give a statement that night, considering that I wasn't feeling good, and they told me to go home and get some rest, they said that they would talk to me the next day. The whole week, they kept calling me asking for a statement, and I kept telling them I couldn't give one. They asked if I was okay, and I told them yes, but the truth is, I wasn't okay. I was terrified, I didn't want to go out alone, I didn't want to be in public, I was a total mess. <br><br>The next time he came in was when I got called in to cover a shift that following Saturday. As I'm walking in the door, I see him walking out, and I remember freezing and not knowing what to do. I told one of my coworkers what happened, and he told me to go in the back and wait for him to leave, he told me he would go outside and make sure he left. When he said that it was okay, I came out and started my shift. The rest of the night, I was on edge, always looking at the door to see if I could see him. He never did show up again, but I always felt like I had to be on my guard.<br><br>A few weeks later, the police called me and told me that they are dropping my case because I wouldn't give a statement. They told me that they found pictures of me in his house, along with pictures of other coworkers, and they told me that they found some kind of shrine dedicated to me. I didn't ask any questions; I just went about my day. For the next few months, I always looked over my shoulder, always thinking that he was following me, always thinking that he was watching me. I never saw him again, and eventually started to calm down, and not think about it as much.<br><br>I do sometimes think about that night, and I always wonder what would have happened if the police didn't show up. I always kind of blamed myself, as I sometimes felt that I led him on, but I know that I didn't. I always felt really bad that they dropped the case, but I know that I did what was best for me. I always wonder what happened to him, and if he ever did anything like that to anyone else.<br><br>I know that this story isn't really that scary, but it's a little bit personal for me, as it was really life changing. Mike, if you're reading this, let's not meet again.<br><br><br>Edit: I saw a lot of you were confused about the statement, a statement is pretty much just more information on what happened. They ask more questions than they did when I was in the police car. Most of the questions are pretty personal, and I didn't want to drag my family into this, as some of the questions that they were asking would have been related to them. That's why I didn't give a statement.<br><br>Edit #2: I also want to add that I didn't call the police on him because of what he did, I called the police because my district manager yelled at him, and I didn't know what was going to happen. I wasn't trying to get him in trouble, I was honestly just scared.<br><br>Edit #3: I also want to add that I really do not condone saying what some users are saying you should do to him. I'm just trying to tell my story, not incite a riot.