AppleCori
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Yet another—this one is really creepy
When I was in high school I ran track, so I jogged around the area a lot in my free time.
Well, one day, when I was about 15/16, this weird (adult) man riding a motorcycle started following along side me and trying to talk to me. This happened several times, even after changing my route up. One day he followed me to my house trying to get me to talk to him. I told him to leave me alone, but he wouldn’t. I felt annoyed but not particularly threatened.
I went inside the house. Nobody was home. I looked around, and he was looking in the window, with his face pressed to the glass. I started getting a little scared. I yelled at him to go away. He left the window., but a moment later he walked in the front door! I must have forgotten to lock it, though I didn’t think anyone would actually come in uninvited.
I kept telling him to leave and he kept saying ‘I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to talk’. I kept telling him to leave because my parents would be home an minute. I started thinking about how I could get around him and get away. He got closer and closer, and finally touched me on the shoulder. I panicked and ran out the front door and headed across the street to the nearest house. He ran out the door and took off on his motorcycle, and I never saw him again.
When I was in high school I ran track, so I jogged around the area a lot in my free time.
Well, one day, when I was about 15/16, this weird (adult) man riding a motorcycle started following along side me and trying to talk to me. This happened several times, even after changing my route up. One day he followed me to my house trying to get me to talk to him. I told him to leave me alone, but he wouldn’t. I felt annoyed but not particularly threatened.
I went inside the house. Nobody was home. I looked around, and he was looking in the window, with his face pressed to the glass. I started getting a little scared. I yelled at him to go away. He left the window., but a moment later he walked in the front door! I must have forgotten to lock it, though I didn’t think anyone would actually come in uninvited.
I kept telling him to leave and he kept saying ‘I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to talk’. I kept telling him to leave because my parents would be home an minute. I started thinking about how I could get around him and get away. He got closer and closer, and finally touched me on the shoulder. I panicked and ran out the front door and headed across the street to the nearest house. He ran out the door and took off on his motorcycle, and I never saw him again.
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