I noticed dents on the car, and after reviewing the recording, I saw how a man in black clothes was punching the hood, and what he did next was truly horrifying 
Today I went to the store for groceries — as usual, nothing special.
I spent about an hour there, wandering between shelves, picking food, some clothes, and then, loaded with bags, walked out to the parking lot.
When I approached the car, my heart sank — the hood was covered in dents.
As if someone had hit it with something heavy, with rage.
I looked around in confusion — there were only regular cars, people walking by, no one noticed anything.
The first thing that came to mind: maybe kids, or someone brushed against it by accident.
But the hits were too precise, too strong.
And then I remembered the dashcam.
I got into the car, turned on the screen and rewound the recording.
The first minutes — nothing. Just people with carts, cars, wind.
And then — he appeared.
A man in a black hoodie, with the hood up and dark glasses.
He stood a few steps from my car and just watched.
He didn’t move. Didn’t blink.
A minute. Two.
I felt sick.
Then he walked closer and suddenly began punching the hood — with rage, with force, as if he wanted to break through the metal.
I flinched, looking at the screen.
But soon he did something much worse
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But the most terrifying part began when he stopped and lifted his head right into the camera.
I zoomed in. And I recognized him.
It was the man I had argued with in the parking lot a month ago.
I had accidentally scraped his car, leaving a scratch.
He was furious, shouting, demanding money, and then he said:
— We’ll meet again.
Back then I didn’t take it seriously.
But he didn’t forget.
I saved the footage and drove to the nearest police station.
The officer watched the video carefully and then calmly said:
— You’re lucky you didn’t come back to the car earlier. We’re already looking for this man — he’s connected to several attacks.
A few days later they called me: he had been arrested.
In the warehouse where he worked, they found belongings of other people he had stalked as well.
I turned off my phone and sat in the car for a long time, staring at my dented hood.
Now I always check the rearview mirror — just to make sure no one is following me anymore.
