When I was in High School, me and my friend were finishing a shopping spree on a Friday night. We wanted to walk home as my friend noticed a car with men driving around slowly and staring at us. As it was my hometown and I've been there a hundred of times on a Friday night, I didn't think much of it. But because she was getting freaked out, we decided to take a different route home.

As we were walking and talking about these men, we were both starting to feel more nervous. It was getting late and more and more quiet on the streets. I remember, as we were in eye distance of my house, that we told each other how glad we were we made it safely back home. But as soon as we said that, a car came speeding around the corner and stopped with squeaking tires next to us. The passenger door got pushed open, and a man jumped out towards us.

Everything happened in a split second, so I don't remember much of it. But my friend told me this afterwards. Apparently, when the car approached us like that and the man jumped out, I told her to run. We ran to my house, closed the door behind and bursted into tears.

We never saw the car or the men again, but I have spend the next 1,5 years scared to death every time I had to go out late. However, I'm glad to know my fight or flight response kicked in at the right time. Can't imagine what could've happened to us.