I'm in my 60s, yet to this day I still remember how scared I felt when I was followed one evening by a lone male. I was aged 23, had finished work, walking home through city streets, wide roads, only 6.30pm but it was wintertime and dark, streets were very quiet, no one about and I had no doubt that this man was following me. I crossed to the other side of the street, he did the same; I did this a couple of times with the same result from him.
I reached my building, passed under the main archway and walked to the end of the concourse and turned my head quickly to check only to see the bastard standing at the archway staring at me. I flew up the stairs (round the corner at back of the building and hidden from street view), I was never so relieved to be home, told my boyfriend who promptly legged it downstairs, thankfully the creep was gone, but the fact that he'd seen me go into the building worried me for ages.