The man in the white truck

I was walking home one day and I was halfway down the street when a white truck pulled over and started slowly tailing behind me I was terrified as he told me to stop I began to pick up pace as he pulled beside me I then looked at my wrist pretending I had a watch and I was "Late to get home" and started bolting for my life I got home and the guy parked out side of our house for about an hour before seeing my mom and then leaving since then I have kept my eye out for that same man