Skytteflickan88
Super Freak
I think I just met my first predator.
Girl (me) talks to man for 40 minutes in the university library. They talk and laugh, the man seems nice. He says he has some work to do before he leaves for his hostel(he’s just staying here for one night, he’s studying through the internet, mostly).
Girl decides to walk home. The man follows her, says hi, talks on his phone. He follows her to her home, a minute behind. Girl is talking on her phone with her mom, so she feels relatively safe, but she picks up her keys just in case.
She makes it home, but when she looks out the window, he’s still there. And when I started to write this, the door bell rang.
I’m terrified. I seriously doubt that his hostel is in this house, filled with student departments. It could be that he rented a room here(I rented a room in a student apartment building before), but he did lead the conversation into living, and he knows that I live alone in a one bed room apartment, and he knows my name, which means that he could read on the mail box on the bottom level where exactly I live.
I told my mom this when I was on the phone with her (before the bell rang), and she will call in a hour or two to make sure I’m safe.
A part of me is happy I’m alive, another part feels guilty that he might pray on someone else tonight.
One thing is certain, I’m glad that I trusted my instincts and stayed on the phone with my mom.
Now I'm going to hope that the people (sounds like girl/girls) outside my apartment is/are safe, while I try to not think about it.
Girl (me) talks to man for 40 minutes in the university library. They talk and laugh, the man seems nice. He says he has some work to do before he leaves for his hostel(he’s just staying here for one night, he’s studying through the internet, mostly).
Girl decides to walk home. The man follows her, says hi, talks on his phone. He follows her to her home, a minute behind. Girl is talking on her phone with her mom, so she feels relatively safe, but she picks up her keys just in case.
She makes it home, but when she looks out the window, he’s still there. And when I started to write this, the door bell rang.
I’m terrified. I seriously doubt that his hostel is in this house, filled with student departments. It could be that he rented a room here(I rented a room in a student apartment building before), but he did lead the conversation into living, and he knows that I live alone in a one bed room apartment, and he knows my name, which means that he could read on the mail box on the bottom level where exactly I live.
I told my mom this when I was on the phone with her (before the bell rang), and she will call in a hour or two to make sure I’m safe.
A part of me is happy I’m alive, another part feels guilty that he might pray on someone else tonight.
One thing is certain, I’m glad that I trusted my instincts and stayed on the phone with my mom.
Now I'm going to hope that the people (sounds like girl/girls) outside my apartment is/are safe, while I try to not think about it.