I'm really scared of this creepy guy

(Fake names used)

Im a 17 year old girl, with high functioning autism and add. When I was 11 years old I was very friendly and social, I'd make friends with every single cashier at stores and tell them my whole life story. I had no fear of strangers until I meet this one kid. Let's call him Carter, he was 8 years old. When I first meet him I did my usual greeting and said "HI I'm (my name), I'm 11 and a half. Let's be friends. " or something to that effect. He gave me a unsettling smile and agreed.

Carter had a half brother we'll call Denny. Denny was kindhearted and very sweet. I became friends with Denny. But everytime I talked to Carter I'd get super creepy feelings from him. I also became friends with Carter and Danny's mother, who we'll call Pam, we both liked art and crafts and would talk about that.

After I started ignoring and avoiding Carter the creepiness got worse. He kept asking me to kiss him, and be his girlfriend, he kept flirting with me. He'd say things like "we have the same initials so you have to marry me." Or "you want to be alone with me?" No matter how many times I turned him down he wouldn't stop. He never said these things when someone else was near enoughto hear. he'd try and catch me alone so he could talk to me. So I made a point of never being alone around him. And what's worse is his parents were shipping us too.

Whenever he was around I'd go and stand next to one my brothers, a adult male (like my dad) or my friend (fake name) Howard, because Howard and Carter would often wrestle and Howard would always win by pinning him to the floor. Carter would start the fights but they always ended with him crying for his mom like a baby on the floor because he lost.

After a while I noticed Carter suddenly trying to get close to my brother (fake name) Jon. Which didn't bother me, until he'd use it as a excuse to hang out with me. He'd invite Jon to play but also insist I'd come too. I'd just ignore him and talk to his mom or Denny instead.

(Side note at this point in time I'm taking a karate class which Carter convinced his mom to let him join.)

One day when me Jon and Carter were on the church, playground Carter and Jon wanted to go inside the church, but I didn't. I wanted to hang out alone on the playground, but Jon said I had to go back in because I couldn't be outside alone. we started arguing and Carter interrupted to tell us what he and Denny do when they fight. He said it in a very hollier then thou kind of way and it made me really mad. He always acted like a angel infont of everyoneelse, but a pervy demon to me. So I snapped and yelled at him to stay out of it, I told him if he didn't back off I'd use karate and put him in a coma. What happened next was a lot of running and yelling as Jon ran inside to tattle on me and I tried to stop him. I ended up in a lot of trouble for bullying and even got spanked for it.

I never told my family that Carter was creepy to me. I don't know why I never did, and still haven't.

And recently I found out my brother still plays fortnight with him sometimes.

Pam once told me a story about how when Carter was a really young they lived in a very bad neighborhood. And that Carter was possessed at one point, she said he was deadly ill, and coughing up blood amongst other symptoms. She said they had a painting of Jesus in the hall, and moved it to his room, and when they did, the demon left. I'm not convinced. I've never heard of a exorcism like that before, and i think it's possible the demon never left. If he indeed had one.

Pam got pregnant and had a 3rd son, and shortly after Carter and his family moved away.

I wish that was the end of the story.

I saw Pam a few years later at the grocery store and waved hello. She gave a polite smile but didn't wave back and my mom didn't wave either. I asked mom why and she told me the reason they moved away in the first place.

So the house they had lived in was the church parsonage. They were poor and the church was helping them out by renting them the house really cheap. The normal cost of rent for a one room apartment was like 700. We were renting them a 3 story 4 bedroom house for 400.

Well they constantly told the church they couldn't pay and the payments they did make were always months late. But it's not like they didn't have the money to pay rent. They bought all kinds of luxury things like a trampoline, power wheels, tons of pets like ferrites, a dog, 20 gallon fishtank, arts and craft stuff to fuel Pams hobbies, a new shed for the backyard and lots of toys. This went on for like 2 years. But the last straw was when they bought a new truck after refusing to pay rent.

The church realized they were being taken advantage of, and kicked them out. So the church was not on friendly terms with them, and my dad was the pastor of that church, so obviously, mom did not wave.

Well now I'm 17 years old, and I saw them in town again recently. Over the years as I looked back on the past I had developed a crippling fear of runninginto Carter, or that he was stalkingme (i deletedall my socialmediabecauseof him). When I was out shopping the other day I saw him and his whole family shopping. Carter and his brothers were riding around the store on heelees and apparently they now had a baby sister who was in the cart. tried to ignore them and not get recognized, but I was terrified. Carter, as a kid was much shorter then me, now he's probably a few inches taller then me. I dont think he recognized me. but when I went to return the cart, Carter was standing infont of the ONLY cart return playing a game on his phone, apparently he was waiting outside for his family. I had to walk within 3 feet of this dude. I was having a panic attack but masked it well. He didn't say anything and I returned the cart and got out of there as fast as possible.

Ever since than I've been terrified of running into him and his familyon a dailybasis. his step-dad showed up at the taco bell where I work once, and I again, had a bad anxiety attack, and again, masked it.

Well yesterday I was going to opening night at youth group, I saw a middleschooler rolling around on heelees, I asked someone who the kid was and they said his name was Danny. It had been awhile since i saw Danny, and anytime i do see him i avoid looking at them, so i wasn't sure if it was him or not. I was super scared it was the Danny i knew. I started having another panic attack and forced myself to ask the kid if he had a Older brother named Carter. The kid looked super panicked and said no, followed by a long mumbled sentence i couldn't quite understand but i THINK he said something like "i have older brother named Blanch but he lives with his dad" or "i have a brother Burch but he's far away in juvie" again, I have no idea what he said. And then he yelled "I DON'T KNOW CARTER"

I said ok, and he heeleed away.

I have 2 theories, 1, he was lying because he didn't want to be associated with his half brother.

Or 2 he was telling the truth and it was just a weird coincidence. And the reason he freaked out is because a high-school girl was talking to him.

I went and lived out a full mental breakdown in my car and went home completely exhausted and unable to mask anymore and unable to tell anyone about it because they wouldn't understand.