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I was 11 yrs old and a shopkeeper in his 30s came from behind the counter to where I was standing, gave me the things I was buying, traced my jawline and said he'd be waiting for me to visit him tomorrow, promising me "a nice surprise".
I ran for my life and never returned. Wtf
This is the scariest one yet, really creepy how he traced your jawline.
So what did you do after that, did you atleast tell your parents?
Adding a bit more context: he made me promise I'd return the next day. I said yes on the spot but as soon as I put a foot on the street I ran. I got home and was alone for about an hour, I was very confused and disturbed.
When my mother got home she noticed there was something wrong with me so I told her everything except that he touched me. My young brain didn't understand I'd been manipulated so I thought I was wrong somehow. He didn't touch my private parts so I was just freaking over nothing, right? My mother assured me I could break a promise anytime I wanted and that if I didn't like this person I had no reason to go back ever again. That it was okay to cross the street just to avoid walking in front of that shop ever again. That I owed nothing to nobody.
So I did just that. Interestingly the shop closed like 3 months after that. And then I completely forgot about the whole thing until one day when I was 16 or so I remembered it and realisation hit me like a truck.
Wow your mom handled it so we'll. It's good that you told it to her the same day it happened and didn't return to the shop ever