Indeed Presents. Hires you can't afford to get wrong. Like a warehouse operations manager. Uh, where are the forklifts? I sold them. They were too expensive. I got a great deal on these scooters though. You expect us to move a two-term palette on a scooter. It'll be fun. Just think of the core strength you'll build. This is a job for sponsored jobs. This is what happens when you don't sponsor your job on Indeed. So the next time you need someone to get the job done right, get matched with quality candidates with an Indeed sponsored job. Visit Indeed.com slash Next hire and sponsor your job today. This podcast contains adult language and content. The stories shared in this podcast are told from the perspective of the authors. Their accounts and opinions are personal and do not reflect the stance of the production team.

If you have a story to share, send it to Let's Not Meet Stories at gmail.com.

Enjoy the age. This happened in Ohio in the 80s.

I was a teenager long before cell phones even existed, living with my parents near Columbus.

I don't know when he first saw me, but the first time I saw him was through our kitchen window.

We had a pop-out greenhouse window, and it was late at night.

I was getting a glass of water, all of the lights were off,

and I happened to look outside, and I saw the figure of a man.

He was outside the window.

I froze, and I went back to my room because I was scared, acting as if nothing had happened.

This wasn't the first time I felt someone was watching me, though.

For weeks before that, I knew someone was outside my bedroom window.

We lived in a single-story house that backed up to the park,

so anyone could go past the back of my house to the main street. It wasn't unusual for people

to be around. For weeks after that, late at night, I would wake up with the strongest sense of

someone watching me. It was summer, so the window was open,

and I had the blinds blocking my view from the outside, and luckily, I had his screen to keep the

bugs out. After a few times of waking up like this, I started to hear someone touching the screen.

It sounded like someone was running their fingernails across the mesh.

This happened two or three times a week,

and sometimes I would get the courage to run to my parents' room,

but by the time I'd actually get someone back to my room with me,

...