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I often like to take walks after dinner and sometimes will walk in and out of cul de sacs. I’ve had three incidents in the past with a guy in his twenties with tattoos on both arms and black stud earrings.
First time it happened I was just about to walk out of a cul de sac I had walked into. All of a sudden a car sped towards my way and slowed down. The windows rolled down and the tattoo guy stuck out his head. He began staring and flaring his nostrils at me. I walked away and he drove away. However I noticed he turned into one of the cul de sac houses. I decided to walk over to that house hoping to have a talk with him. When I got there he was waiting for me. He said to me “Hi I see you” in a baby mock voice and flashed a laser pointer into my eyes. He wasn’t going to talk to me, so I turned and walked away.
Second time I walked elsewhere. Everything seemed fine until 7 p.m. I noticed him following me on his bike. I began walking at a faster pace to lose him. I eventually jogged to a local elementary school and found a bush to hide. I was hoping he would lose me and stop. Unfortunately he rode his bike to a hill on the playground to get a good view and spotted me. I moved to the left and right behind the bushes and he mimicked my movement on his bike. There was a fence behind me and I jumped over it and ran to a dry creek bed. He got off his bike and ran after me. In an indignant voice I yelled at him “What do you want from me?” The guy said “Come here” I told him “No!” He then said “I know where you live little boy” “Ahahaha”. And then he turned around and walked away.
A month later I walked past the entry of the cul de sac but not into it. All of a sudden I hear loud footsteps behind me. “Hey”. I turned around and it was the guy again. He said to me “Why are you always walking around my ****ing place?” I told him I like to talk walks. He then said to me “I don’t know I don’t believe you, you are always walking around my place and it just seems I don’t know just peculiar”. I told him “I’m just walking, I swear.” He then said “Alright walk” in a reluctant tone and let me go.
I have already filed a report of him to the police; I carry a cell phone with me at all times now. I have found a totally new route to walk and have not seen him since. I always walk past homes, but never walk on people's lawns or driveways.
Please answer this for me: Who’s at fault? Me or him?