The night I stalked a woman
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Back in 2015, I was dating my ex. We both lived in our own apartments, in almost opposite parts of a student town, some 5km apart. Since neither of us had a car, our only means of transport was either by bus or by foot.
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The night I stalked a woman

by Pitikwahanapiwiyin

Back in 2015, I was dating my ex. We both lived in our own apartments, in almost opposite parts of a student town, some 5km apart.

Since neither of us had a car, our only means of transport was either by bus or by foot.

We often only met at weekends, either at his or my place, as we both devoted our time to school during work days. This meant arriving on Friday and leaving sometime on Sunday night.

At that weekend, I stayed over at his. I prepared to leave around 12am, which was already too late to take a bus, so I set take the trail by foot.

It must have been a warm spring night, probably more than 50F, because it was enough for me to only wear a leather jacket.

I lit a cigarette, and started walking down a 2km street in a residential area, dotted with small parks.

The streets were very quiet, as is usual for a Sunday night; yellow light from street lamps was dimly lighting the sidewalks.

Having walked about 500m, a woman crossed into the sidewalk from an adjacent street, probably 100m further from me.

Now, I'd like to think I'm not intimidating, being only 5'11'' and wearing "normal" clothes.

I do have a resting bitch face though (I'm a guy), which probably makes me look a little intimidating, but I doubt anybody's able to make any of it in limited visibility.

Now the woman, on the other hand, was much shorter than me. She was a little chubby, probably about 25 years old.

She was also carrying a plastic bag, which made it difficult for her to walk at a fast pace.

As our eyes locked for a moment, she started acting weird. She swiftly crossed the street, continuing in the same direction with me, but on the opposite side of the road.

Her pace was accelerating, the plastic bag in her hand swinging back and forth. About every 20 seconds, she peeked around her shoulder, glancing at me suspiciously.

Knowing I mean no harm to her, I continued my stroll, thinking of ways to signal her that I'm harmless. "What about smiling?" I though to myself.

In hindsight, I realize it was a bad idea, because the moment she saw me, a man she though was following her, smiling, her face filled with fear.

She was now speedwalking, probably being only moments away from starting running.

We were now approaching a small intersection. The same street continued forward for about a kilometer, but a little away from downtown.

[To the right was a narrow cobble stone street, which was surrounded by geenery from both sides.](http://i.imgur.com/YVPFz0m.

jpg) The street was essentially a tiny valley, and lead straight to downtown area. Thus, it was the fastest route for me to take.

The lady in front of me probably expected me to continue forward. So she crossed the street, about 50m from me, to the cobble stone street.

The road was just being repaired, so there was a pile of gravel on the side of it.

Thinking it would probably be a little creepy to walk on the same side of the road as her, I crossed the intersection and turned right.

She was standing across the road, not having moved much, next to the pile of gravel. As soon as I crossed the intersection, she reached for the pile, picking a handful of stones into her hand.

She just stood there, ready to defend herself in case I approached her. But I didn't, and continued walking down the street.

After about 30 seconds, I glanced over my shoulder, and saw her walking slowly in the same direction as me.

As soon as she saw me looking at her, she stopped, ready to throw the pile of stones at me. I now though I should just continue walking and not look back, as not to terrify her any further.

I don't know what made her scared of me, but it definitely was a creepy encounter to her.

Perhaps someone else was following her before? Perhaps she had had another creepy encounter before? I'll never know, but hopefully she made it home safely.

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