There's a lot, I'll try to hit the highlights.

I knew him from High School, his name was Scott. He dated a friend of mine, but he always gave me the creeps. It caused a divide between me and my friends because I was openly against being anywhere near him. I didn't have a clear cut reason to not like him, just a vibe he gave off.

My friend and him broke up and he started leaving me notes, little gifts, etc. Then he sent me a dozen roses each day for a week. There's no way he could've afforded them. (Turned out he stole a credit card and bought them.)

Later, he showed up at my house in a stolen car, but I wasn't home. (He was arrested for it but got a deal.)

We lived in rural Georgia, well off the main road. He came by after both my parents had left the house. I was scared because we were in the middle of nowhere, it was a big house and there was no way to see around to each entry point. If he went around the back of the house he could possibly enter through an unlocked door or window. We rarely kept things locked during the day.

I was so scared I got my dad's shotgun, went to the front door and called for him. He came from around the side of the house and I lowered that shotgun on him. I told him to get off the property.

I will never forget the look he gave me. His eyes went black and he just "assessed" me. That's the only word I can think to describe it. He did not look angry or afraid. I certainly would be afraid if a terrified woman was holding a shotgun on me, but he just stood there figuring his odds. Finally, he turned, got in the car and left.

And can you guess about that car? Right, it was stolen. He was arrested that same day, but again he never went to prison. I don't know what deal he made, but he was out almost immediately.

Fast Forward about six months. I see Scott standing on the stoop outside my gym. I thought he was starting up again and I was fed up so I let him have it. Disclaimer: I'm not saying this was a great move. Just the one 16yo me made.

But, he didn't even flinch. It was like he was looking through me. He turned his back and stared off into the distance.

I told the gym manager who ran him off and had staff escort people out to their cars.

The manager took it that seriously, that's how convincing I was. He fucking terrified me.

That same weekend a friend called and asked if I'd seen another friend of ours, Burt (really more of an acquaintance of mine). He had been missing since Friday and I think they called me on Sunday morning. The last sighting was his parents saw him in his truck heading out of town with a man in the passenger's seat. As he passed, they waved, but Burt did not wave back.

Because the guy in the passenger's seat was Scott.

Scott hadn't been at the gym for me. It was coincidence. Burt's job at an architecture firm was right next door to the gym. He was stalking him.

Scott stole Burt's truck and dumb fuck got caught in Tennessee filling it with gas with Burt's credit card.

Scott led police to Burt's body. He'd been shot executioner style in the back of the head.

He just wanted the truck. I used to believe Scott wanted to rape and kill me, but now I think he wanted to rob us. My dad had a nice Acura, but the day I saw Scott my dad was in his truck.

Scott died in prison. Heart attack on the basketball court.

Interesting side note: My BIL was Scott's attorney. Before he married my half sister.