Lomg Ago and Far Away
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I've never been a stalker but I was once picked up by the cops, from work, and questioned about a rape. That was not fun.

When I was a young Legless I used to go to college during the day and work in a bar at night. Every day, Monday to Friday.

My route from home to work used to take me past an old graveyard which I'd pass, every day, at exactly ten to seven.

So, the fateful day I was bimbling away to work, lost in my own thoughts, and passed the graveyard. Saw absolutely nothing out of the ordinary and arrived at work bang on two minutes to as usual. Put in a normal shift and was dropped off home by one of the regulars.

Next day, same thing and I started my shift. At about 7.30, two plain clothes coppers arrived and asked to see me. I wandered over, with the boss and they aske me to come down the station to answer a few questions. They wouldn't say what it was about, they just insisted that I accompany them to the station. So I did.

Once there, the nightmare started. Three hours of scary questions about a rape.

It turned out that a woman had been raped the previous evening in the graveyard by someone who bore a passing likeness to me. Tall, dark, devilishly handsome - apart from that age, I fit the bill. And it had happened around the time I always passed the graveyard. Three hours of trouser-wetting terror.

Eventually they let me go and I headed back to the bar - not to work, but because I needed a couple of drinks rather badly. On arrival, the boss took me into the back room and poured me a couple of whiskies and I told him what had happened and then he filled me in on what the local jungle-drums were saying.

It turned out that I was pretty much in the clear as the attack had happened at exactly 7 o'clock. The victim had told the police that the church bells were ringing 7 as she was attacked. That put me in the clear as I was in the pub then, a fact attested by the landlord and a few regulars.

The next day another local man was arrested, and, at the identity parade, was picked out by the rape victim. Over the next few days other bits and bobs made their way into the public domain. Turns out I knew the woman. Not well, but enough to say hi to - she lived a couple of streets over form me and knew my sister well. As the rapist wasn't masked, that let me out as well.

Strangely, the cops never got back to me that I was in the clear. They just never came back.

The whole business wasn't nice. I knew I was innocent, I knew I had nothing to do with the crime, but sitting in that interview room with two coppers firing questions at you, I tell you, after a while, even I started to doubt myself.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Sat 2 Feb 2008, 0:35, 5 replies)

Fucking-A
That's scary. I suppose you just need to be suspected of something for some people to assume the worst!
(Lurkaloid awarded wanking black belt on, Sat 2 Feb 2008, 4:38, closed)

Actually..
That didn't happen. Mainly because the got the bloke who did it the next day.

I did get the piss taken by the regulars in the pub - "Hey Rapist! Get me a beer" but that was just normal banter. If anyone really thought I was a suspect they would have made their feelings know in a rather robust manner. It was a rough town.

But I'm so glad they got the bloke when they did....

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Sat 2 Feb 2008, 7:00, closed)

Exactly the same thing
happened to an old friend of mine. He was picked up by the police within hours of an identifit picture of a multiple rapist being issued. The poor devil lived in the area the rapist had been operating in and, unfortunarely for him, did look a lot like the identikit picture. The police gave him absolute hell for hours but eventually let him go. He said it was the scariest thing that has ever happened to him.

When they caught the actual rapist it was staggering to see how closely he resembled my mate.
( Mod Edit, Sat 2 Feb 2008, 10:09, closed)

:(
Poor you, but I'm glad they got the real guy. I think that would be such a horrible situation and well done to you for being so brave.
(resurrection_mary cannibal_ferox, Sat 2 Feb 2008, 10:48, closed)

Something similar happens to me
In my local town there is a girl who has to be the spitting image of me called Amy. She's been in trouble with the law a few times and I have almost been lifted a few times, having been mistaken for her. Sometimes, out and about, I've had coppers stop me and ask 'Hi Amy, how's it going?'. I've never met her but hear stories all the time.
(missc, Wed 6 Feb 2008, 17:30, closed)