Scary Movie

I decided to bite the bullet and go to first class at Uni this morn, which makes a change!!

Grrrr… run out of coffee… grrrr… aaaaaaarrrrrr haul myself up the hill through gritted teeth.

Get out my change for the woman with the cup but its her ‘day-off’!

Am a bit jumpy as I swerve round the curve to the uni Palazzo… ‘What if freaky stalker is there?’

Fear is such a funny sensation: your senses just go haywire, your skin feels like its got 100000 pins sticking in it and everything becomes REALLY LOUD shhhhhh, you suddenly feel like you’re in a scary movie – you zoom in and out of focus with the camera lense.

As I walk up to the golden lift doors I see myself and an open class-room door in the reflection behind me. ‘Please let the lift be full. Please please please.’ I beg ‘Please let it arrive before anyone jumps out of the classroom.’

First class whizzes by and its already time to go meet my teacher and the policeman. Sounds like a Postman Pat story!

As I havent seen scary boy for a couple of days (most likely because I havent been to Uni) I feel a lot calmer about the situ. Maybe he’s disappeared. Maybe I should just chalk it up to experience.

My teacher insists I speak to the policeman, at least to get some advice on how to approach the matter - should I bump into him again.

We arrange to meet at 11, so I go back to class and count down the minutes.

I have a quick Sex and the City catch up with my Estonian girlfriends: a Columbian guy whom one of them kissed turns out to be Bi-sessuale! A Mexican guy whom the other one has been seeing turns out to be a player and kissed another girl in front of her (cheeky!) …

They ask me how it went with the Prof. All good I say ‘Im meeting with the police after, just to get some advice’…

Here comes the nasty bit: Yesterday, when I was absent, a guy of the same descriptionas Scary Boy came to the doorway of our classroom twice. He poked his head round and was staring in the direction of my girlfriends. He hung around outside for a bit. Then my teacher asked him what he wanted. ‘I must come in he said’ and took another look around. Then my girlfriends went to a Uni party and the same guy was there staring at them as if looking for something… Me? … God I hope not. I hope it was just a strange coincidence. It made my blood run cold.

I meet with the policeman and tell him my account. I tell him the guy hadnt actually ‘done’ anything apart from pester me, but I wanted to warn the police as it felt really creepy. Its not as if other guys havent tried it on in this hot-blooded country, but this was different… He shows me how to use my pepper spray. Tells me not to drink too much this weekend (note to self) and make sure Im always with people. He says he thinks I will bump into the guy again and if/when I do I have to tell him clearly and coldly ’Leave me alone. You scare me. Ive already spoken to the police here and if you dont stopestering me I will call the police’. This scares me. A lot. Im not the type that enjoys confrontation. I would rather it just all go away. FFFFFFFFFFFfffffffffff maybe if I huff and I puff he will whhhoooossshhh away. But I know that this is what has to be done. The policeman keeps pointing out to a group of 4 lads, saying: ‘Is it those guys, they are Libyians’. It isnt. But they keep walking past us suspiciously and the more I think about it I wonder if they are friends with him (no thats absurd!!) Then … The policeman thinks he’s spotted a guy of his description passing… We chase after him, my legs trembling, my whole body feeling weak, I think Im going to faint…Phew… It isnt him. Although it might have been better if he had seen me with the policeman.

He introduces me to the Uni police officers. They are very understanding and say if I bump into him again, and if he pesters me, come straight to them and report him.

The last thing the policeman does is give me his number. If there are any problems I can call him 24-7…Lets pray I dont have to use it.