Was walking behind a guy, he looked back at me and I was rushed with emotions of fear. I'd never felt that way before (or since) but something just felt wrong.

Just ahead of us was a footpath that dipped down below the road level, wierd type of bridge. Basically you were out of sight of any traffic at that point of the walkway.

Decided not to follow the footpath behind this man and instead walked on the bridge avoiding the traffic.

Looking down onto the footpath, above this man, he'd stopped mid-way in this path and was looking around, spotted me above him walking on the road and the look he gave me was so fucking intense, menacing but also shocked. I got the impression he was waiting for me on the footpath below.

He proceeds to walk the path, I proceed to walk the road and we both catch each other at the intersection lights.

I hit the intersection button to go straight and he waits behind me, the pedestrian light hits green but I don't go straight, last minute decision, I decide to go right... As does he... So I'm 100% sure he's now following me.

I see a fire truck waiting at the lights, and book it over to their truck, they open their door and I state "I'm not sure about this guy and I think he's following me, please help"...

They open their doors, a fireman jumps out, helps me up into the truck...

As I close the door the guy starts cussing, staring intently into the truck, "fuck you, you fucking whore"...

The lovely firemen took me home, straight to my doorstep. After explaining the whole situation to them and why I asked for their assistance, plus that man's reaction, they made me feel very validated that I did the right thing. At that time, I was so ashamed and felt like I had burdened them but they made me feel like I made the right choice.

I was also five months pregnant, so I kept questioning myself, thinking I was being overly paranoid.

20 years later, I don't feel like I over reacted anymore and am glad I trusted my instincts.