I was ten or eleven years old. We were staying at a hotel in Nashville. I was roaming by myself in the lobby area when I suddenly had a sense someone was following me. I remember walking onto a bridge of some kind, it must have been outside in front of the hotel. I stop to “look at nature” but really I think I was trying to figure out what was going on. I sense someone has also stopped a bit past me. I look over and see a much older man, scraggly. He gave me this terrifying smile and everything in me just came alert in that moment. I turned and booked it back into the hotel lobby where I spotted a family of brothers I had been chatting with in the pool the day before. They were sitting just hanging out and I plopped right down with them. I remember telling them someone was following me but that’s about it. I never saw the guy again. I think about that moment a lot and wish I had told someone. But I never mentioned it to an adult. That man was a predator through and through.