Have you ever had some nutcase car-stalk you?

I've never had some crazy follow me, but just the other day a friend of mine had some lady car-stalking her for over 30 minutes.   Here's her story:

It had just snowed earlier and the roads were a little slick. My friend~let's call her Chloe~was on her way home and was coming up to a 4-way stop.  There was a van that was stopping to her left and there weren't any other cars near the intersection so Chloe, since she didn't have good tire traction, figured she could get away with doing a little sliding stop and turn before the van came out of its complete stop.

Boy was she wrong. First, the lady driving the van laid on her horn. This scared the wits out of Chloe, who figured honking was completely unnecessary since the driver of the van had done a complete stop and they would without a doubt have a slow acceleration due to the snow on the ground and wouldn't even be ready to cross the intersection by the time she had. Chloe was extremely shaken up with this lady's honk.  It was completely unexpected; so Chloe, thoughtlessly, flipped her the bird.

With shaky hands, Chloe completed the turn and started driving down the street away from the intersection.  Then, lo and behold, the van turned onto the street behind her!  The van had turned the opposite way to follow her!  Chloe stared disbelievingly in the rear-view mirror.  The white van was speeding toward her, accelerating recklessly fast considering their was a good couple inches of freshly fallen snow on the ground.

Chloe started thinking ahead.  Her neighborhood was only about two minutes away and the nutcase in the van was still stalking her. There was no way she was going to go home so Chloe drove right on past her neighborhood with the white van in close pursuit.

Apparently, this continued for at least 30 more minutes, possibly even 40 minutes. At some point the lady had even daringly passed a semi to catch up with Chloe!  Then, after following Chloe on a wild goose chase through the busy mall area and numerous streets, the van turned around.

Chloe breathed a huge sigh of relief and then glanced at the clock. She had wanted to actually do something that night, but that kook had taken a lot out of her so she turned around and started driving home.  Then, when she was turning into her neighborhood she saw the gleam of a white vehicle in the corner of her right eye.

Adrenaline shot through her veins once again.  Chloe wasn't sure if it was the same lady or not so she kept her eyes dead straight, not making any indication she had seen the vehicle, and drove to her house.  At this point, Chloe decided if this was the same lady she wasn't going to waste anymore time and was just going to wait for the lady to come confront her.

Chloe pulled in to her garage and shut the garage door quickly.  She walked into her house and sat down at the kitchen table, listening to her heart pounding ferociously.  A minute passed by and still no knock at the door.  Curiosity took hold of her, so Chloe creeped out of the kitchen and tip-toed over to the front door.  The driveway was empty.  No white van.  Little did she know, the van would be back in two days time.

It was Sunday afternoon and Chloe was talking to her daughter on the phone when she heard a car go part way down the street and then stop in front of her house.

"Hold on a sec," Chloe told her daughter.  "I think someone just pulled in to my driveway."

Chloe walked over to a window to take a peak and gasped.

"What is it, mom?!" asked Chloe's daughter.

"Remember that white van I told you about.  It's sitting in my driveway."

She stared out from behind the curtains of her window and watched the lady in the van with baited breath.  Nothing was happening.  Then, about 30 seconds later the engine started and the van backed out of her driveway and out of sight.

That was the last time Chloe saw the kook and her stereotypical white van; however, that wasn't the last time Chloe heard from the lady.

The next day when Chloe went to get the mail, right on top of her stack of mail was a blank envelope with no address or postage.  It had been hand-delivered.

Chloe ripped the envelope open right there on the spot.  In loopy, cursive handwriting was a page-long lecture berating Chloe's actions on Friday.  The lady started out the letter scolding Chloe on her incomplete stop at the stop sign and then went on to say that Chloe was lucky that she wasn't some crazy person or Chloe could have gotten hurt doing what she did.  The lady also said that Chloe should be more careful because she could get hurt and her future passengers could get hurt if she upset some kook and the kook were to come after her.  Not hypocritical at all, right?

The letter was left unsigned.  And from what I know, that was the last time Chloe has seen or been contacted by the lady and her white van.