Robbed at knife point

About 10 years ago, I was working at a outlet store in Washington St, and me and a co-worker were getting ready to lock the doors and close the store up and a man with a motorcycle helmet came in and pulled a knife out on me, and demanded everything out of the register. I thought it was a joke at first, so I asked him if he wanted our rolled change as well.. I know not a very smart move on my part.
After he got all the cash out of the registers he made us crouch down and followed us to the backroom while still holding the knife to us.
We got into the back of the store, and he was standing right in front of our safe, lucky for us, he didnt see it. He then proceeded to try and tie us up, with the only thing I can describe it as, is those plastic things that police use to tie someone up when they are not cooperating with them.
He couldnt figure out how to do this, so he made us try and tie up each other..Doesnt appear that he was very smart.
He told us not to leave the backroom for 10 minutes, I was so deathly afraid that he was still in the store waiting to see if we were going to wait the 10 minutes, but lucky he sped off.
We were un-harmed and I am so thankful for that, but it has left a damaging effect on me still today. I am afraid to go out at night by myelf I hardly ever go out, unless I absolutely have too.
I'm afraid of being kidnapped and or something terrible will happen to me. I have such bad anxiety's.
The man was never caught, and as far as I know the police were not able to generate any leads on this guy.

I know exactly how you all feel. It truly is a terrifying event, and one that lasts with you forever. In November of 2004, I was robbed at gun point at work. It was right around supper time, and I was working at a booth smack dab in the middle of the mall. My boss was even there. The booth was small, so she wasn't that far from me, but had her back turned. She never knew the robber was even there, and noone else noticed him either. The robber put a note down in front of me. It was folded, and I had no idea what it was. I thought it was trash that he was just leaving behind as a "present" as so many others rudely do, and having OCD and a mild germaphobia, I do not touch things like that (until they are gone with a kleenex). I did see "robbery" in it, but because it was folded, I didn't read anything else. And "robbery" just didn't clue in. Well, not until he pulled out a gun and unwrapped it from a cloth. I will never forget that gun. It was silver with a white handle. I quickly gave him everything in the till. Luckily, my shift had just started so the loser only got away with 200 dollars or so, not the couple thousand he could have had a few minutes earlier when my boss was still working her shift. He couldn't take me anywhere, there was nowhere to go without getting caught. He told me to stay there and not to move or tell anyone what happened. I just looked straight ahead and refused to move. I could see something out of the corner of my eye way behind me, but I couldn't tell if it was a big sign or him and I didn't want to take my chances (it was a sign though). I was crying at this point, but I wouldn't move a muscle, I wouldn't even move my eyes from that spot. Not until my boss came up behind me to see what was going on, and I turned around and made sure he was gone. It was a truly terrifying experience. Unfortunately, this guy was never caught either. I never saw him again, not in town, or on the bus, or anywhere else. I pray noone has to experience that fear, and I pray for the day when violence and crime such as this disappears from our world forever.
G~d bless,
~Lily~