I was on a quick run in a safe area, in front of a government building. That’s when I saw this scary, middle aged man come out of his house.
As I jogged past the area he tried to speak to me. But because of the vibe I got, I said, “Sorry I don’t understand what you said.” But I did.
He was asking how old I was is his own way, “How many years?”
He stared at me and smiled with his yellow teeth.
I started to run faster and called my grandmother, hoping hat being on the phone would deter him. Instead, he got on a bike and pedaled after me.
My grandmother got disconnected and I glanced behind me, only to see him reaching out to grab me. I ducked away from him and screamed, and ran onto the street, almost being hit by a car.
He kept riding past me, and turned around. I ran into a store and called my mom to pick me up. I was only 16.
– Anonymous
Location: New Jersey
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