VICTIM EMPOWERMENT
I Turned the Tables on My Stalker, and the Cat Became the Mouse
My stalker thought he had picked a victim, but he was wrong
The car behind me seemed to be following me a little too closely, a little too shadowy. My apartment sat in a quiet area a few blocks off the bar scene in Hillcrest, the gayborhood of San Diego. Once you left the main street to get to my building it was mainly larger apartment and medical buildings, the type of place that has very little action after office hours beyond those who live there. It was common to be the only car on the road for my final three blocks. Conversely, it was quite uncommon to have another car follow closely behind me and shadow my every turn.
He was following me.
My apartment is surrounded by several other buildings. It’s possible that he lived in any one of these buildings and was simply going home. Possibly just a pizza delivery guy going to my building. It’s also possible that I am being stalked by someone whose goal is to scare me or worse, to do me harm.
Let’s find out.
As I entered the four-way intersection at the end of my block I stopped my car at a nobody-would-park-like-this angle on one of the four corners and kept my engine on. Anyone who had…
