You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?
What happens next is I grab my hand bag and run for the hills. Its just too creepy for me.
This reminds me of and incident which happened recently. I was purchasing some items at a local store. I put my items on the counter, the teller greeted me and then said “you’re from number blah street, blah blah…” he rattled off my address. I felt shock waves, I wanted to run. It seems to be my instinct to flee. I didn’t flee though, I would have looked a bit stupid not paying and running out of the store.
I asked him a few questions and it turned out that he lives down the other end of my street. Still though, I don’t know the information on the residents of my street, let alone those way on the other side…