This happened when I was a sophomore in high school. I had last period free and I decided to walk home.
Probably a bad idea since I was a young girl and my house was a good 35 minute walk, but it was down main roads and broad daylight so I felt comfortable enough.
The majority of the walk was down one main road which many people used to pass through our small town. It had a service road which ran parallel to it that I was walking on.
About 10 minutes into my walk I see a huge logging truck pull into the service road right in front of me.
I find this a little strange since it's a residential service road and at the end of it is a dead end, but brush it off.
The truck continues to drive towards me and when we make eye contact I see this look of pure predator, he had such an intense expression.
I get a little paranoid so I start to walk up the driveway of the house closest to me to pretend I'm home or something. I figured he would continue on or drive away.
He stops directly in front of the house I'm walking up.
So I start to get weirded out, but I rationalize it like "haha this guy probably is coming to this house to deliver something (LOGS? Idk) that I just pretended is mine, whoops".
I start to walk to the next one trying to not overreact. He starts backing up in sync with my walking. The entire time he is backing up his head is turned completely to the side, staring at me.
This is when I start to pick up my pace.
He is glaring at me like I'm a piece of meat. I get a horrible feeling and I start to run. He throws it in reverse and floors this HUGE truck backwards down the one way service road.
I am sprinting at this point going through peoples front yards and back yards.
I start to internally panic because this part of the service road has trees that block the main roads view, so no one is seeing what is happening and my house is still a bit of a distance away.
That is when I see a mailman a few houses down. I start running as fast as I can towards him.
He is looking at me with a confused expression, probably wondering why some girl emerged from a backyard and is full on charging at him.
When I get up to him I word vomit what's going on and point to the truck. Just as I do we see the truck erratically speeding out of the service road.
The mailman safely drove me back to my house. Thank you mailman! Idk what that scary guy was doing or what his intentions were, but I still cringe when I see a logging truck.
EDIT: The title should have said mailman, not mailbox.