Homeless guy I helped for months became violent and started following me.

So for the past 12ish years I have worked at a gas station/mini mart. We do have the occasional issues based on the location, but nothing too serious. <br><br>We have a lot of regulars and I always try to be very friendly and build relationships with everyone. <br><br>One day a man started coming in. He was always very nice. Shaved bald, pretty well kept for being homeless. He would come in everyday and buy one thing off the hot food menu and I became familiar with his voice. <br><br>He would come on my shift everyday and would always be kind. He would buy food and a drink and would always only have exact change. This made me wonder if he was just living on what people gave him because he never had more then a $10. <br><br>I began asking him questions to see if there was anyway I could help. He said he needed an id to get a real job. I asked him how he planned on getting an id. He told me he did not have the funds and since he was homeless it was even more difficult. <br><br>He never once asked me for anything, but I wanted to help him. He seemed like he wanted to get out of his situation so I told him the next time he came in I would give him $50 to get an id. <br><br>The next day he came in and I gave him the money. A few weeks went by and he was getting more consistent work. He was still coming in and I could see he was doing better. Better clothes and he had started carrying a backpack. He was always so grateful and would go out of his way to show it. <br><br>A few more weeks went by and he was coming in less. Which I understood. He told me he had gotten a real job and things were going better. He was getting ready to get his own place and he was very thankful. <br><br>Flash forward a few months. He came in with a few other guys. I did not recognize them and figured they were just friends. They were all very nice. I sold them their items and that was that. <br><br>A few days later he came in with another man. This man I did recognize. He was someone I had to call the police on for trying to rob the store. <br><br>I was very confused as to why he was with this man. The other man I knew was not a good person. When I gave them their food I asked the homeless man if he knew the other man was a thief. He told me it did not matter he was just an aquaintance and he was not there to rob anyone.<br><br>He was right, they were not there to rob anyone and they were nice. I thought maybe he did not know that the other guy was a thief so I let it go. <br><br>A few days after that he came in alone. He had something in his eyes. I know that sounds weird, but the best way to describe it is there was something different about him. <br><br>He ordered food and I gave him his stuff. When I gave him the food he yelled at me "You think I am a thief?! You think I am a bad person?!" <br><br>I was very shocked by this. I tried to explain I was just worried about him hanging out with people I knew to be trouble. I told him I had done nothing but try to help him and be his friend. He became more irate. <br><br>I told him I thought we were friends and he told me we were not friends. I started to cry and told him I had only been trying to help. I told him I did not know what else to do because he was the first homeless person I had helped that got out of that situation. <br><br>He became more angry and started yelling at me. The store was empty so I told him I understood if he did not want to be friends but I did not deserve to be treated this way. <br><br>I told him he was scaring me and I was going to call the police if he did not stop yelling at me. He told me to call the cops, he started screaming and throwing things in the store. <br><br>I called the police and barricaded myself in the office. The camera monitors in the office play outside and inside the store. I watched as he was kicking and punching the machines out front. <br><br>I continued to watch as he dragged one of the machines out to the street and threw it in the road. The police showed up and he left. <br><br>That was that for a while. He would come in different times. Sometimes he would come in and be very nice other times he would be very disrespectful. I began to feel like I was being manipulated. <br><br>I started having issues with him. He would call me at work and ask me stupid questions. I told him he was being inappropriate and he would get angry and tell me I owed him.<br><br>I tried to avoid him. I blocked his number but he would call from different numbers. I would come out for my breaks and I would smoke outside the door. He would hide in the parking lot and jump out at me when I would come outside. <br><br>He would tell me I was his bitch and that I owed him. He would get very angry if I would not talk to him the way he wanted me to. I tried to ignore him. I tried being nice. Nothing worked. <br><br>Eventually I stopped smoking outside at work. I felt uncomfortable. I felt like I was in danger. <br><br>One night it was storming very badly. I did not want to go out in the rain so I smoked in the entry way of the store. He was hiding behind the coke machine and when I turned around he was right in my face. <br><br>He grabbed me by the throat and told me if I ever tried to ignore him again he would kill me. I started crying and told him I was sorry. <br><br>When my shift was over I tried to explain to my manager what was going on. He told me he would talk to the guy but that is about it. <br><br>Flash forward to when I moved out. I had been living at my parents house since I was 19. In my early 30s I decided I wanted to live alone. I found an apartment and moved in. <br><br>It was a big change for me and I went through a lot of culture shock. But I adjusted and I was happy. <br><br>One evening I went to the store to buy a few things and he was standing outside the door. I was shocked and I trembled as I passed him. He looked at me smiled and said "Oh things just keep getting better!" I did not respond I just kept walking. <br><br>I felt like I had just been punched in the gut. I had been feeling alone and overwhemed by all the changes in my life. Seeing him was like my worst fear coming true. <br><br>I felt like I had just gotten away from a bad place and a bad situation and then this man I associated with the negativity of my old life was standing in a place I thought was new and positive. <br><br>I went home and I cried. I cried and I cried. I finally calmed down and thought I could move past this. I thought I could just move on from it like I had before. <br><br>Two weeks went by and it was ok. I did not see him and I started to feel better. I started to feel like I really had moved on. <br><br>One evening I had a visitor over. We were hanging out when I decided to take out the trash. I opened my front door and there he was. Standing on my porch. <br><br>He looked at me and smiled. I slammed the door and locked it. I told my guest to call the police. When the cops came I explained the whole situation from the beginning. <br><br>They told me when they picked him up they would have a conversation with him. They told me he would not bother me again. <br><br>It has been 2 years since this has happened. And I have not seen him since. <br><br>Homeless guy I helped for months became violent and started following me.