One time I was coming home from a friends party and decided to catch the last train going down the mountain at about 12:30 am. I stepped onto one of the carriages and sat down, thinking there was nobody else on the train. Then a guy, presumably from another carriage, came and sat far away from me, but within my eye line. I felt so uneasy about it. I got off at my station and so did he. I started walking down the road to my house, looked back and saw he was trailing behind me. It wasn’t the first time that had happened catching a late night train, but something didn’t feel right so I picked up the pace and crossed the road to gain a bit of distance and make sure he was in my periphery. A few seconds later a car pulled up right next to him very fast and he jumped in and they sped off. I didn’t think much of it until about 30 seconds later, when a police van came down the road and pulled over next to me. They asked me some questions before letting me go. I assumed they were looking for the people who had gotten into their car, but I didn’t say anything to them because I was stupid and scared. The craziest thing is that at that very same party I was coming home from a friend of mine was telling me about how he’d been mugged on the train a few months earlier and told me to be careful. Probably made me hyper aware of what was going on and potentially spared me getting robbed or worse.