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Thrilling Tales of Delivery Drivers · Shallow Nights: Scary Bedtime Stories

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I work as a delivery driver. It might not be the dream job,
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but it's flexible and keeps the lights on.
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Most of the time it's just a matter of picking up food and
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dropping it off. Nothing too exciting, nothing
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too weird. Sure, occasionally there's a
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quirky customer or an unusual request, but it's usually
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nothing to write home about. Or at least that's what I
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thought before this one customer turned my life upside down.
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I was working the dinner rush, juggling orders from the app.
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Around 7:30 PMI got a delivery request from a nice Italian
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restaurant across town. The customer had ordered pasta
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salad and tiramisu, definitely a fancier meal than my usual runs
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of burgers and pizza. The address was in a quiet
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residential neighborhood, the kind with trimmed lawns and cars
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that look like they never see dirt.
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When I pulled up to the house, it was already dark.
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The porch light was on, and the place looked inviting enough.
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I grabbed the delivery bag and walked up to the door.
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I knocked, and a man in his mid 30s answered almost immediately.
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He was smiling a little too much.
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Hey there, he said. Thanks for bringing this over so
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quickly. You must be swamped tonight.
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Yeah, it's been busy, I replied, handing him the bag.
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He lingered in the doorway, holding the bag but not stepping
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back inside. You know, he said, you've got a
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great voice. Have you ever done any voice
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work, like radio or something? It was a weird compliment, but I
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just laughed it off. Nope, just delivering food.
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Well, you should think about it. Anyway, thanks again, have a
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good night. I thanked him, turned and walked
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back to my car. The interaction felt odd, but
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nothing too alarming. I finished my shift and didn't
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think about it again until the next day.
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The next afternoon, I got a notification from a dating app I
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rarely used anymore. Someone had sent me a message,
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but what caught my attention wasn't the message itself, It
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was the profile picture. It was him, the overly friendly
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customer from the night before. His message was simple.
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Hey, didn't we meet last night? I hadn't given him my name or
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any personal information. How had he found me?
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My profile didn't even have a clear photo of my face.
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It was an old picture of me hiking with sunglasses.
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I decided not to respond. Maybe it was a coincidence,
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maybe he wasn't sure it was me. But over the next few days, the
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messages kept coming. You seem cool.
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Let's hang out sometime. Don't ignore me.
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I know you saw this. You're really going to pretend
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we didn't meet? It was unsettling, but I figured
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if I didn't engage, he'd eventually move on.
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Unfortunately, he didn't. A week later, I noticed he had
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started following me on Instagram.
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My account was private, but his request was there along with a
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message. You really need to work on being
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more approachable. That was enough for me.
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I blocked him on the dating app and Instagram, hoping that would
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be the end of it. But it wasn't.
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Two days after that, I got a direct message on Facebook.
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Why are you ignoring me? I thought we had a connection.
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At this point, my unease turned into genuine fear.
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I blocked him again, but it seemed like every time I closed
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the door, he found another way in.
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One night while I was working another shift, I noticed a car
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following me. It wasn't tailgating or anything
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obvious, but every turn I made, the car was there.
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At first I thought it was a coincidence.
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Then I started taking random turns to see if it would shake
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them. It didn't.
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My heart sank when I realized the car was the same make and
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model as the one in his dating profile pictures.
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I parked in a busy gas station lot and stayed in the car,
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pretending to scroll through my phone.
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The car idled on the street for a few minutes before driving
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off. I told myself it couldn't be
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him, but the eerie sensation wouldn't let up.
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The next morning, I decided to tell my brother about what had
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happened. He's the kind of guy who doesn't
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take nonsense from anyone, and I thought having him ride along
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with me for a while might make me feel safer.
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When I explained everything, the delivery, the messages, the
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stocking and the car outside the gas station, his face turned
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serious. That's not normal, he said.
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You're not doing another delivery alone.
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I was caught between a sense of relief and apprehension.
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My brother could be protective to a fault and I worried he
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might escalate things, but I didn't want to argue.
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That night he climbed into the passenger seat of my car as we
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headed out for a few deliveries. I can't deny his presence made
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me feel a little less on edge. As we drove toward the next drop
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off, we passed the same gas station I'd stopped at the night
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before. My stomach sank when I saw his
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car, unmistakable was parked by the pumps.
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I slowed down, trying to confirm it was the same vehicle.
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That's him, isn't it? My brother said.
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He unbuckled his seat belt, already reaching for the door
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handle. I'm going to have a word with
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this guy. No, I grabbed his arm.
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Don't. It's not worth it.
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You're telling me you're just going to let this creep get away
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with following you? What if he's planning something
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worse? Please, I said.
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We'll handle it, but not like this.
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Let's go to the police station instead.
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My brother hesitated, his hands still on the door handle, but
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eventually he relented with a frustrated sigh.
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Fine, but if I see him again, we're not running.
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I took a deep breath and drove straight to the nearest police
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station. Once there, I explained
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everything to the officer on duty.
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The delivery, the messages, the stalking.
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And now, spotting his car again, my brother backed me up, adding
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his own observations. The officer listened carefully,
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taking notes as we spoke. This is serious, the officer
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said. You've done the right thing by
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coming here. We'll look into it immediately.
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Filing the report felt both empowering and unsettling, but
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having my brother by my side made it bearable.
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The officer assured us they'd investigate and told me to call
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immediately if anything else happened.
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That night, my brother insisted on staying over at my place.
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As much as I appreciated the company, sleep didn't come
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easily. I kept imagining scenarios of
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what could have happened if my brother hadn't been with me or
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if we'd stopped at the gas station The next day.
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I took steps to protect myself. I changed my social media
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handles, tightened my privacy settings, and started sharing my
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location with my brother whenever I worked late shifts.
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I also started varying my routes home and avoided taking orders
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in the neighborhood where he lived.
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For weeks, I was on edge, jumping at every notification
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and scanning my mirrors every time I drove.
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Slowly, though, the messages stopped.
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He seemed to disappear. I don't know if the police
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scared him off or if he found someone else to target, but I
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haven't heard from him since. Looking back, the whole
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experience sounds like something out of a bad movie.
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But it drove home the reality of how vulnerable we can be,
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especially in jobs that put us in contact with strangers.
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When I started delivering part time, it was mostly to pay off
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some credit card debt and save up for a summer trip.
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It wasn't a bad gig, honestly. The flexibility worked around my
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office hours and I enjoyed the little moments of quiet during
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the drives. I usually stuck to residential
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neighborhoods with the occasional office building or
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apartment complex thrown in. But one Friday night I accepted
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an order that turned out to be anything but ordinary.
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It was late, around 9:30 PM, and I just finished a decent run of
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orders. I was planning to head home when
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a high ticket delivery popped up on the app with a generous tip
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already added. The drop off location was listed
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in an industrial area about 15 minutes away.
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Normally I'd pass on something like that so late, but the
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payout was tempting. Plus I figured it was probably
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someone working late at a factory or warehouse.
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The drive started out fine. The streets were mostly empty,
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which I liked. The city lights faded into dimly
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lit roads and eventually the occasional St. lamp gave way to
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long stretches of darkness, My GPS chirp directions guiding me
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further into what felt like the middle of nowhere.
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By the time I turned on to the final Rd.
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I was second guessing my decision.
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The industrial park looked abandoned.
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Most of the buildings were old and rundown, their facades
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covered in graffiti. Shattered windows stared out
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like empty eye sockets and a few of the street lights flickered.
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I pushed the uneasy feeling aside and focused on what I
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needed to do. The GPS announced you have
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arrived at your destination, but all I saw was a massive,
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crumbling warehouse. There were no signs of life, no
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lights, no cars parked outside, nothing to suggest someone was
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waiting for their food. The address matched what was on
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the app, but I couldn't believe anyone would live or work here.
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I parked a few feet away from the warehouse and stared at it
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through my windshield, debating what to do, but I'd already
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accepted the order. Canceling now might hurt my
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rating, and I really needed that tip.
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So I did what I always did when something felt off.
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I called the customer. The phone rang and rang and
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rang. No answer.
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That's when I noticed them. Shadowy figures standing near
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the edge of the building. I told myself it couldn't be
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real, just my eyes fooling me. But as I squinted, I realized
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there were at least three people, maybe more, hidden in
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the dark. They weren't moving, just
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standing there, watching me. I locked my car doors.
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Goosebumps rose on my skin as I watched one of the figures step
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forward, slowly coming into the beam of my headlights.
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He was tall, no shirt and jeans that look 2 sizes too big, and
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wearing something over his face, maybe a mask or a bandana.
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I decided right then that I wasn't sticking around.
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I grabbed my phone to cancel the order and started to reverse out
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of the lot. That's when I heard an engine.
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A low, throaty rumble filled the air, growing louder.
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I looked in my rear view mirror and saw a trail motorcycle
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speeding up behind me, it's single headlight bouncing as the
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bike swerved erratically. The rider was wearing a helmet
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with a dark visor completely concealing their face.
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He skidded to a stop directly behind my car, blocking my path.
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My chest tightened as panic set in.
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There was no way out. The only option was forward,
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toward the warehouse and the figures still lurking nearby.
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I shifted into drive and inched forward, hoping the biker would
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take the hint and move. Instead he revved the engine,
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leaning forward like he was daring me to try something.
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The figures by the warehouse, we're moving now. 3 masked men
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approaching the front of my car. My hands gripped the steering
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wheel so hard they hurt. I didn't want to find out what
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these people had planned. My only thought was escape.
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I slammed the car into reverse and floored it.
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The car lurched backward. The motorcycle didn't stand a
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chance. My bumper collided with it,
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sending the bikes getting out of the way.
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The rider tumbled off, rolling over the hood of my car before
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hitting the ground. I didn't stop to see if he was
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OK. I threw the car into drive and
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speed out of the lot, my tires screeching loud.
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In the rearview mirror, I saw the remaining figures running
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after me. One of them pulled something
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from their pocket, maybe a gun. My heart raced as I pushed the
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accelerator, desperate to get far away from that warehouse.
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Once I hit a main road, I slowed down just enough to grab my
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phone and call 911. My voice was shaking as I
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explained what had happened. The dispatcher told me to head
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straight to the nearest police station, so I did.
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When I arrived, I parked in front of the building and ran
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inside. I must have looked like a mess,
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my hair sticking to my face, my breathing ragged.
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But the officers were calm and professional.
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They took my statement, examined the damage to my car, and
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promised to investigate. A few days later, I got a call
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from one of the officers. They'd gone to the warehouse and
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found evidence of a gang using the location as a base for car
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thefts. Apparently they've been luring
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delivery drivers there under the guise of food orders, planning
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to rob them and take their vehicles.
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The officer commended me for my quick thinking, but it didn't
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feel like a victory. I couldn't stop replaying the
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incident in my head. What might have happened if I'd
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hesitated, if I'd stepped out of the car, if I hadn't been able
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to escape? Fixing my car was another blow.
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The damage from hitting the motorcycle wasn't cheap and I
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ended up dipping into the money I'd save from months of
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deliveries to cover the repairs. It's stung to watch that hard
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earned cash disappear, but I kept reminding myself of one
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thing. At least I was safe.
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That was the last time I accepted an order to an
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industrial area. Some extra cash isn't worth your
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safety and next time if my gut tells me to leave, I won't think
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twice. Working as a delivery driver
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doesn't require much interaction beyond the basics, which is
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exactly how I like it. I'm a guy who appreciates
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efficiency and most nights I managed to stick to my routine
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without any drama. That night I've been on the road
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for a few hours, hitting all the usual spots, pizza joints,
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burger places, Chinese take out. The orders came in steady but
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manageable, and I was making good time.
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It was a little after 8:00 PM when the app pinged me for a
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delivery not far from my current location.
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The customer had ordered a large pizza and a six pack of soda,
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standard stuff. The address was in a decent
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neighborhood, one of those older suburban areas where the houses
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all have big front yards and long driveways.
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It wasn't too far from the pizza place, so I accepted the order
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and headed over. When I pulled up, it looked
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normal enough, the kind of place where you wouldn't expect
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anything out of the ordinary. I grabbed the insulated bag from
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the passenger seat, checked the name on the order, Michael, and
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headed to the front door. I rang the bell and waited.
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A few seconds later, the door creaked open just enough for me
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to see a man's face peeking out. He looked to be in his mid 40s,
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with short cropped hair and a neatly trimmed beard.
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His smile was wide, maybe a little too wide, but I didn't
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think much of it at the time. Hey there, you're right on time.
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He said, opening the door a bit more.
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Here's your order. I said, handing over the bag.
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He took it with one hand, still holding the door with the other.
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Thanks man. Oh hang on, I've got a tip for
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you, just step inside for a second while I grab it.
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I paused. No worries, you can just hand it
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to me here. His smile faltered for a split
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second before returning. Come on, it'll just take a
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second. I left my wallet on the kitchen
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counter. Actually, I'm not supposed to go
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inside. I said, keeping my tone polite
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but firm. Delivery policies are pretty
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clear about that, and besides, something about the way he said
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it made me feel uncomfortable. He leaned against the door
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frame, his smile now feeling more forced than friendly.
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Seriously, it's just right there, don't be weird about it.
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I shook my head, taking a small step back.
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Company policy. Thanks for understanding.
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For a moment, he just stared at me, his eyes narrowing slightly.
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Then, without a word, he pushed the door open wider and gestured
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inside. The hallway beyond was dimly
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lit, the kind of lighting that made it hard to see where the
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walls ended and the shadows began.
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Look. He said, his tone losing its
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friendliness. I'm trying to give you a tip
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here. Do you want it or not?
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I appreciate it, but I can't come in.
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I said, backing up another step. That's when he grabbed my arm.
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It wasn't a hard grip, but it was enough to send a jolt of
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alarm through me. Just step inside.
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He said, his voice low and insistent.
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I yanked my arm free, stumbling back onto the porch.
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I said no. My voice was louder than I
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intended, but I didn't care. Adrenaline was kicking in and
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all I wanted was to get out of there.
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The man stepped out onto the porch, his expression shifting
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to something colder. I'm just trying to be nice.
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He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
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No need to be rude. I didn't bother responding.
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I turned and walked quickly back to my car.
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The man stayed on the porch, watching me with that same
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unnerving smile. As I got into the car, he raised
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his hand in a mock salute. Have a good night.
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His voice too cheerful to be genuine, I started the car and
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backed out of the driveway as fast as I could without drawing
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more attention. Once I was a safe distance away,
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I pulled over to the side of the road and took a moment to
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collect myself. I grabbed my phone and reported
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the incident to the delivery app, detailing everything that
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had happened. They responded quickly, thanking
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me for the report and assuring me they'd flag the customer's
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account. It was a small comfort, but the
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unease didn't completely disappear.
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The next day, I couldn't get the encounter out of my head.
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It seemed so normal at first, so friendly.
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But the way he'd grabbed my arm and tried to force me inside, it
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wasn't just inappropriate, it was calculated.
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Later that week, I brought up the incident with a close friend
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of mine who happens to be a police officer.
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I expected him to laugh it off or tell me I was overthinking
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it, but his expression turned serious as I described what had
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happened. That's not just creepy, it's
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dangerous. He said you should report it.
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If this guy's done something like this before, there might
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already be a record. I felt a little ridiculous about
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filing a police report over what some might see is just a weird
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encounter, but my friend insisted if he's bold enough to
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try pulling you inside his house, he'll try it again with
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someone else, and next time it could be worse.
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The next day, I went down to the local police station and told
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them everything. The officer, taking my
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statement, nodded as I explained the situation.
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When I mentioned the man's behavior, his insistence, the
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physical grab and his unsettling smile, they asked if I could
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provide the address and a description of him.
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You're not the first to complain about this guy, the officer
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said. We've had two other reports of
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harassment and inappropriate behavior tied to that address.
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We're building a case, but unfortunately we haven't been
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able to charge him yet. Hearing that made my stomach
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turn. The idea that this man had a
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history of luring people, that others had already fallen into
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similar situations, was deeply unsettling.
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I asked if there was anything more I could do to help.
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We're actively building a case against him, he said.
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Your statement is crucial. There's a chance we'll need you
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to testify if it goes to court. The thought of facing that man
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again, even in a courtroom, sent a wave of unease through me, but
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I knew it was the right thing to do.
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If my experience could help stop him from putting someone else in
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danger, I was willing to step up.
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Before I left, the officer reassured me you did the right
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thing by coming forward. We'll keep you updated as the
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case progresses and we're flagging his address in our
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system. I walked out of the station
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feeling a mix of relief and anxiety.
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The encounter wasn't just a creepy, isolated incident, it
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was part of a pattern, and I might have been one of many who
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narrowly escaped something worse.
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It wasn't a comforting thought, but at least now there was a
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chance to put an end to it. I'm relieved I walked away from
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that house unharmed, but the knowledge of this man was still
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out there with other complaints against him continues to haunt
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my memory. Delivering food might seem
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routine, but experiences like this remind me that danger can
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lurk behind any door. I've been a delivery driver for
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almost 7 years now. There's a peacefulness to
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driving around under the stars with empty streets and fewer
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distractions. Most customers just want their
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food and barely say a word, but in that time I've seen it all.
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Customers answering the door in nothing but a towel, houses so
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cluttered I couldn't even find a spot to leave the food, and even
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some strange requests that made me question humanity's
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priorities. Weird comes with the territory
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in this line of work. Out of all the odd, awkward or
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downright bizarre moments I've had, this one stuck with me.
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It wasn't just weird, it was the kind of experience that makes
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you rethink doing late night deliveries altogether.
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I can't remember exactly if it was a Tuesday or a Wednesday
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night, but around 10:30 PMI got a delivery request from an
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apartment complex across town. Nothing unusual about it. 2
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burritos and a side of chips. The app listed building 4 unit
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117 and the note said to leave it at the door.
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Easy enough. When I pulled into the apartment
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complex, I noticed it was one of those sprawling ones with
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identical buildings. The lot was sparsely lit, and I
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could barely make out the numbers on the buildings.
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After circling twice, I finally spotted Building 4 near the
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back, its entrance partially obscured by a tree.
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I parked my car and grabbed the bag.
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As I walked to the door, I scanned the lot out of habit.
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A few cars were scattered around and 1A black sedan was parked
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near the far edge of the lot. I let it go and focused on
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finding the right unit. Unit 117 was at the bottom of a
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dark stairwell. I crouched down, set the bag
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neatly on the doormat and snapped a picture for the app.
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Just as I uploaded the photo to confirm the delivery, a
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prickling sensation crept up my neck.
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The unmistakable feeling of being watched.
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I stood and started back toward my car, my eyes landing on the
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black sedan I'd noticed earlier, only now it was parked much
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closer, just a few spaces from mine.
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I squinted at the car, and for a split second I thought I saw
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movement inside. The headlights were off and the
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windows were tinted too dark to make out how many people might
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be inside. But something felt wrong.
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When I reached my car, I slid into the driver's seat and
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locked the doors out of habit. My phone buzzed with a New Order
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notification. I was about to accept it when
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the sound of a car door clicking open shattered the stillness.
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When I looked at the black sedan, I saw a figure heading in
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my direction. The man was wearing a hoodie,
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the drawstrings pulled tight so I couldn't see his face clearly.
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He wasn't running, his footsteps echoing softly in the quiet lot.
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A sick feeling rose in my stomach.
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I turned on my engine, ready to leave, when I heard a sharp
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knock on my window. I jerked my head toward the
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sound and found the man standing right next to the passenger
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window, his face obscured by the hood.
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His hand was pressed against the glass, his fingers slightly
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splayed. I cracked the window just enough
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to speak. Can I help you?
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Hey, he said. I missed my bus.
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Can you give me a ride just a few miles up the road?
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My gut reaction was to say no, but I didn't want to antagonize
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him. Sorry, I can't.
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I'm working. He leaned closer, his other hand
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now resting on the window frame. Come on man, just a quick ride,
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it's late and I'm stuck here. I really can't.
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I said firmly. I've got other deliveries to
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make. His casual demeanor vanished in
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an instant. His expression hardened and his
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hands slid down the window, leaving a faint smudge.
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You sure about that? He asked.
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I'm sure. I replied carefully, maintaining
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a calm tone. He stepped back and for a moment
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I thought he was going to walk away, but instead he slapped the
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hood of my car. Don't be a jerk, he snapped.
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I just need a ride. I didn't respond.
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My hand was already on the gear shift and I started to back out.
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Before I could react, the man placed his hands on the small
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crack in the passenger side window and forced it down,
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pushing the glass all the way open.
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I froze, unsure of what to do next.
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He leaned halfway into the car, reached for the gear shift, and
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shifted it into park. Behind me, the black sedan's
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engine started, its headlights flicking on.
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My rearview mirror lit up as the car slowly rolled forward and
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stopped just inches from my bumper, blocking any chance of
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escape. At this point, I was already
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panicking. Then another figure emerged from
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the black sedan, slamming the door shut behind him.
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He moved toward my side window, his hood shadowing most of his
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face. The man at my passenger window
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started talking, his tone unsettlingly casual.
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Just get out of the car. We just want to talk.
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Every nerve in my body screamed at me not to comply.
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I'm not getting out. The man's casual demeanor
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evaporated. Don't make this harder than it
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needs to be. He snapped, and before I knew
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it, he started pulling himself through the open window, his
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torso now halfway inside the car.
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I panicked and slammed my hand on the horn, the blaring sound
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cutting through the quiet night. The man winced, but didn't stop,
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instead he snarled. Knock it off or you're going to
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regret it. As my honking grew more frantic,
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the door to the house I had just delivered to burst open.
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A large, shirtless man stormed out, his voice booming.
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Hey, drop it, he's just delivering the food I ordered.
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He's fine, let him go. The man climbing into my car
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froze, looking back at the shouting figure.
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The guy by my window hesitated to.
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The shirtless man advanced, his fists clenched and his glare
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locked on them. I said.
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Back off. The two men retreated.
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The one at my passenger window slipped out and backed away
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toward the sedan. And without another word, they
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speed off into the night, their tail lights disappearing down
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the street. My rescuer jogged over to my
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car. You OK?
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He asked, his tone softer now. I nodded shakily, still gripping
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the steering wheel like my life depended on it.
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You should probably report this, he added.
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Those guys have been hanging around here too much lately.
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I thanked him and drove off, not stopping until I reached a big
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gas station. My hands were shaking really bad
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and I could barely breathe. The next day, I flagged the
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incident in the delivery app and shared it with other drivers.
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Part of me felt a little bad for the people living in that area
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who just wanted to order a different dinner or enjoy a late
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night meal. Not everyone there could be tied
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to those two men, and I hated the idea of making someone's
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innocent order a red flag for future drivers.
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But I couldn't take the chance of something like that happening
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again to me or anyone else. That incident became a lesson I
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wouldn't soon forget. Trust your instincts, lock your
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doors and sometimes a loud horn and a bit of luck can save your
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life. If these delivery nightmares
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