When I was 14, I was going to the mall to meet up with some friends and go shopping. My dad dropped me off near another entrance to the mall that wasn’t the main one, and so I got off the car and made my way towards the entrance.
The area near that entrance seemed deserted, so I thought that I would get in no problem. As I was crossing the street, a man who seemed to be in his 30s stopped me, so I turn around and look at him, “Excuse me, I have $16,” he said.
I was confused at first, but what he said next sent shivers down my spine. “I can show you the money. Come on, please. It can just be for a little while. It’ll be a quickie.”
I was petrified and extremely scared. I quickly said that I wasn’t interested and that I was underage and quickly left.
As soon as I did, he started yelling: “Holy f*ck man! What a b*tch!”
I was trembling and on the edge of crying by when I entered the mall. Never before have I felt my self confidence plummet as much as that moment.
– Anonymous
Location: Ottawa, Canada
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