When I was a kid, I went to play with a friend who lived down the street. Then I left and it was about nine or ten PM. Was a short way from home and I used the alley to go to her place and back all the time. On that one night, some dude was following me. I wasn’t sure at first, but the faster I walked, the faster he walked, so I sorta put two and two together. Got shit scared, and started running, and the guy actually started running after me. I got in my apartment building, but as I lived on the third floor, I freaked out and ran in the basement. That’s where people stored all their shit. There was an old fridge in there and I hid behind it. The guy came in the basement too. I never saw him coming in because I was hiding, but I heard the door open and he was walking around, I could hear him shuffling about. He didn’t stay very long at all though.
Told me dad after and he said I did good, but told me that if something like that happens again, I should scream and get as much attention as I can. Haha I’ll always remember that. Stupid creepy alley.