During my sister's youth she had a whole host of different types of boyfriends, some good and some bad. But after her 18th birthday she met a weirdo by the name of Herman Demott. Let me explain.
She had met him when she working as a hairdresser and he had come in for a haircut. She told me that he was quite talkative and that a week later he came in for another haircut when he really didn't need one and left her a one hundred dollar tip. This concerned her because that amount of tip was outrageous. He then started to come in even more frequently until it got to the point that he was there every day to get a trim. My sister said it wasn't necessary for him to come in every day and no longer accepted payment or tips from him.
At this point she became scared and when she refused to cut his hair he would still come into the salon, sit at the front and try to talk to her in between clients. The owner of the salon then kicked him out but he would then sit out front of the salon in his car waiting for my sister, wanting to know if she needed a ride home. She finally gave into him and they started to casually date.
I eventually met Herman and he told me he was a janitor during the night at Walmart and he was going through some sort of career counseling tests to see what kind of career he would be good at.
Their relationship seemed normal at first but then my sister began to become interested in a much better catch and she was forced to break it off with Herman. She told me that when she broke it off with him he took it well and was not upset. But even so he kept showing up to her work and coming over to our house to see if she still wanted to hang out. She eventually quit her job because of him and would no longer see him when he came to the door of our house.
Then one day I was leaving my residence through the back door and as I turned the corner of the house there he was standing under a tree; he said that he needed to see my sister and get some closure in their relationship. A couple of days later I was in my room and I saw something moving outside but I wasn't sure what it was, so I left the house and walked around out front and there was Herman jumping up in the air trying to look into my sister's bedroom. I told him to leave the property and he did with tears in his eyes.
Days later he started to write my sister love letters and she would receive nearly one a day. Finally, we called the police and no longer did we see him around the house and he stopped writing love letters to my sister as well.
In her mid twenties my sister was about to get married and Herman, after laying low for almost five years, showed up at the wedding. He came up to my sister, his hands were shaking and he had a crazed look in his eyes and said, "I need some closure in our relationship."