Story of the day: She wasn't my aunt.
It was February, 2010 and I was 7 years old. My mom would let me walk home from school as my apartment was just a little ways from the school.
There was never any problems with this but one day when I was walking home from school a black car pulled up next to me, for the life of me I can't remember what kind of car it was. The window to the car rolled down and there was a woman with red hair, she looked to be about 45. She introduced herself as Erica and said that she was my father's sister. My father left before I was born and we don't have any contact with his family.
Although I didn't know much about my father at the time I did know that he only had brothers because just days before I was asking my mom rapid fire questions about him and one of them was if he had any brothers or sisters.
Anyway, instead of telling Erica that he didn't have any sisters or just walking away I told her my name and she started asking me questions like "where do you go to school" and "how's your brother". I got really creeped out by these questions and told her that I wasn't supposed to be talking to strangers and started walking away.
She continued to drive slowed next to me and kept saying that she means no harm and I got scared and started running and she followed me. When I got into my apartment complex I ran up to my neighbors house acting like it was mine because that's what my brother told me to do if I was ever being followed home. I looked back when I was at the door and she was driving away. I didn't tell my mom because I didn't want her to stop letting me walk alone.
The next day it happened again but this time she offered me a ride. I told her no and to leave me alone and once again I started running over to the neighbors house and once again she followed me. I still did not tell my mom.
The next day was Saturday and when I was playing at the basketball court with my brother I saw the car drive by and I dragged my brother inside telling him that I felt sick. On Sunday after Church on the way home in the car pulling into the complex I saw her outside, she was not in her car. I remember that she had a big stomach and smaller legs. I got scared and when we got out of the car I ran inside and looked out the living room window while my mom and brother went to go make lunch.
I saw her walk over to the neighbors house I ran to. A few moments later she walked away and my neighbor came over to our house and informed my mother that a lady came looking for me claiming that she was a teacher and needed to talk to me about something. When my mom heard this she called me in and I started crying and told her everything and then she started crying because she was scared of what could have happened and then she told me that I had to wait for my brother, who was 13 to get out of school so we could walk together and she also reported this to the police, myself and my neighbor had to give a report.
After this I saw the car and would point it out to my brother and we would tell my mom. It all died down by April. And we never got any word about if the police ever talked to her.
I did not see her for years and I forgot about it until yesterday when I was at Albertsons with my best friend. I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was her. She introduced herself again and my mouth just hung open in shock and I acted nice but when she offered to take me to my house I got scared, grabbed my friend and walked away.
I'm very afraid. She remembers me. She still tried to give me a ride and she's still around. I already told my mom. We aren't sure what to do.
Update: I have since gone to the police with my mother and we have a follow up with an officer.