A scene right out of a scary movie

Tonight after the ward FHE chip n' dip party I decided that it was time to cruise over to the bank and deposit a few checks that have been building up. I found the nearest bank and learned that the ATM was located in the parking garage of the said bank. Parking garages have never been the most warm and welcoming settings, partly due to their dark, cold, and empty nature; partly due to the fact that in nearly every suspenseful movie at least one murder, bombing, stalking or chase occurs in the mentioned setting. As I drove up to the ATM I noticed that I was the only car/person in the area, retrieved an envelope and began writing the amount I wanted to deposit. I casually glanced in my side mirror and saw that out of nowhere had appeared an old man wearing a blue plaid shirt with suspenders standing solo directly behind me, watching me. I immediately imagined myself as the main character in a scary movie while the suspenseful music played in the background and the audience yelled at me to drive away before the murderer caught me and decided my fate. For a few seconds I was convinced that my life was nearing an end and that soon my face would flood local newspapers as the girl who was found slain in the bank parking garage. Shortly after my imagination ran wild, I came to my senses and realized that he was most likely a kind, innocent old man just waiting in line to use the ATM. But because I have seen one too many Law and Order episodes I locked my doors and deposited my checks as quickly as possible before I threw the car in drive and sped off to the safety of my apartment. An overreaction on my part? Perhaps. But one can never be too cautious, especially in parking garages.