How I Met The Man Who Would Murder Me (If He Could)

This is the story of how I met a man who initially presented himself as a friend, but turned out to be a stalker with a dark secret who would have gladly ended my life had he ever gotten the chance.<br><br># The Initial Encounter<br><br>It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was in a library. My parents told me to spend the day at the library studying for an upcoming exam. I was in the fiction section, browsing through the books. I was a bit worried about the upcoming exam, but I was excited to spend some time alone in the library. I decided to go to the reference section to prepare for my exam. I sat down and pulled out my laptop to start studying.<br><br>I noticed an old man standing across from me. He looked at me with a strange smile. He walked towards me, and I felt a sense of unease. I took a deep breath and smiled back. He sat down at the table next to me and introduced himself as Mr. White. He was probably in his sixties. He was tall, thin, and had gray hair. He wore a button-down shirt and khaki pants. He told me that he worked in a nearby office building and had some time to kill before he had to go back to work. I was a bit confused, but I decided to be polite. He talked about how he was an avid reader and loved to hang out in the library when he was in the area. I was a bit skeptical, but he seemed friendly. We talked for about an hour, and I told him that I had to get going. He walked with me to the bus stop and said that it was nice meeting me.<br><br># The Return Visit<br><br>The next day, I went back to the library to study for my exam. I was sitting at the same table, and I saw Mr. White again. He asked me if I wanted to grab a cup of coffee with him. I told him that I didn't have time because I was studying for my exam. He said that it would be just for a few minutes. I decided to go with him, thinking that it would be a quick break from my studying.<br><br>He took me to a coffee shop that was nearby. I told him that I couldn't stay long, but he said that it would be just for a few minutes. We sat down at a table, and he started telling me stories about his life. I listened politely, but I started to feel uncomfortable. I told him that I had to go back to the library, but he kept talking. I tried to leave, but he grabbed my arm. I told him to let me go, and he said that he was sorry. He gave me a cold stare and walked out of the coffee shop.<br><br># The Obsession<br><br>Over the next few weeks, I kept running into Mr. White at the library. He would sit at the table next to me, and I would try to ignore him. But he would start talking to me, and I didn't know how to get away from him. I tried to avoid him, but he would always find me. I went to the library less often, but he still managed to find me. I felt like he was stalking me, and I started to feel scared.<br><br>One day, I saw him standing outside my dorm room. I tried to ignore him, but he started talking to me. He said that he wanted to be my friend, and I told him that I didn't want to be friends with him. He said that he understood and walked away. But he kept showing up outside my dorm room. I felt like I was being watched all the time, and I started to feel anxious.<br><br># The Stalker’s Dark Secret<br><br>One day, I went to the library to study for my exam. I saw Mr. White sitting at a table, and I decided to avoid him. I sat down at a different table, but he saw me. He got up and came over to me. He sat down next to me, and I tried to ignore him. He started talking to me again, and I told him to leave me alone. He said that he understood and walked away.<br><br>I felt relieved, but my relief was short-lived. As I was packing up my things to leave, I saw a piece of paper on the table where Mr. White had been sitting. I picked it up, thinking that it might be important. As I looked at it, I realized that it was a notebook page from Mr. White. The handwriting was messy, but I could make out some of the words. It looked like a confession, and I felt a chill run down my spine.<br><br>The page described how Mr. White had been stalking me for months. He had been watching me everywhere I went, and he had even broken into my dorm room. He said that he wanted to hurt me, but he didn't know how. He said that he was afraid of getting caught, but he couldn't stop himself. He said that he would do whatever it took to make me his. I felt a wave of fear wash over me as I realized that Mr. White was a stalker with a dark secret. He wasn't just a strange old man; he was a dangerous predator who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.<br><br>I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go to the police, but I didn't know how to protect myself. I felt like I was in grave danger, and I didn't know how to escape. I decided to avoid Mr. White at all costs, but I knew that it wouldn't be easy. I felt like I was living in a nightmare, and I didn't know how to wake up.<br><br># The Terrifying Encounter<br><br>One day, I was walking home from the library. It was late at night, and the streets were quiet. I was lost in thought, and I didn't notice anyone around me. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, and I saw Mr. White. He was standing on the sidewalk, staring at me. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized that he was following me.<br><br>I tried to run, but my legs were frozen. Mr. White started walking towards me, and I knew that I had to act fast. I took a deep breath and ran as fast as I could. I didn't look back, and I didn't stop until I reached my dorm room. I locked the door and hid under my bed, afraid of what might happen next.<br><br>I stayed under my bed for hours, too afraid to come out. I finally worked up the courage to call the police, and they came to my room. They searched the building, but Mr. White was nowhere to be found. They took a report and told me to be careful. I felt relieved, but I knew that Mr. White was still out there.<br><br># The Aftermath<br><br>After that terrifying encounter, I stopped going to the library. I stopped going to classes, and I stopped leaving my dorm room. I was afraid of what might happen if I ran into Mr. White again. I felt like I was living in a prison, and I didn't know how to escape.<br><br>I finally went to the police station and filed a restraining order against Mr. White. I told them about the stalking and the notebook page. They took my statement and told me that they would do everything they could to protect me.<br><br>It's been months since I last saw Mr. White. I still feel like I'm living in fear, but I'm trying to move on with my life. I'm trying to forget about the terror that I felt, but it's hard. I know that Mr. White is still out there, and I know that he might try to hurt me again. But I'm not going to let him win. I'm going to keep living my life, no matter what.<br><br>This is the story of how I met a man who initially presented himself as a friend, but turned out to be a stalker with a dark secret who would have gladly ended my life had he ever gotten the chance.