I was walking down my street, only perhaps 30 metres from my home. Two men were stood talking and one of them moved across to the other side of the pavement so I would have to pass between the two of them. As I got closer they both stopped talking and looked at me. It wasn’t a glance, it was about 7-10 seconds.

When I was in the middle of them I felt my skirt being lifted and one of them said, “Oh, nice”. There was a pull on my skirt but I kept walking. I walked past my house and round the corner at the bottom of the street because I didn’t want them to know where I lived.

It was ridiculous. I was actually frightened to go into my own home.

– Anonymous

Location: Middlesbrough, United Kingdom

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