Real Encounters

*I'll walk with you.*

Hi everyone. So this is my first time posting on reddit but I've been lurking on here on and off for a few weeks. I thought I would tell you my story about a creepy encounter I had about eight years ago.

To allow the creepy reality of the situation sink in, I feel I need to describe myself. I'm female, 5 foot exactly and about 50kg (110 pounds) so I'm not particularly skinny but I suppose I had a bit of muscle/fat on me. The one seemingly universal thing that people notice about me when they find out my age is how young they think I look. It may be due to my height, or to my small round baby face, I don't know to be honest, all I know is I'm 25 now, but many people assume I'm under 18. So when I was 17 it was common for many people to assume I was about 12-13.

To start the story I'll need to give you some background info for some context.

My parents love travelling, so they're always going off somewhere. Their next trip was to Tasmania for two weeks to do the Cradle Mountain walking group, as well as visit other various sights. I was 17 at the time and it was the school holidays, but I wasn't particularly interested in going with them. My parents decided it'd probably be better for me to stay with my nan up in Sydney, because I was going through a really rough time with mental health issues, and they didn't trust me on my own. I liked the idea of staying with my nan because her house is only a 5 minute walk to the train station and it's only a two minute train ride to Miranda Fair (it's a huge mall, it used to be one of the biggest ones in Australia I'm pretty sure) she has Foxtel (cable tv) and lived close to the park and shops. It was good for me to get out of my small town and away from all the shit I had to put up with. On one particular day I asked my nan if I could go to Miranda Fair, I told her I'd be okay on my own and I'd have my phone with me if anything happened. She seemed concerned but she eventually let me go. I got to the station paid for my ticket and found there weren't many people waiting. I got to a seat and sat down and started listening to my mp3 whilst waiting for the train to arrive. I looked up to my left and barely noticed the guy who looked in his mid-thirties sitting on a seat a few metres away from me. He was a smallish and skinny looking guy, short messy dark hair, unshaven and wearing a brown jacket and jeans. He looked at me but I didn't take any notice. A group of old ladies walked near me and I asked if they'd like to take my seat, which they politely declined. I noticed that the same guy had his head turned in my direction but I continued to ignore it, thinking he was staring in the distance.

The train eventually pulled up and everyone got up to pile on. I walked for the door closest to me and I figured that since it was only a two minute ride I wouldn't bother sitting down. The train started moving and within seconds the same man with the brown jacket was standing next to me. I ignored him but he continued to stand very close to me. When I eventually looked up at him he was already staring at me.

"Hi there." He said smiling.

"Hi." I said politely, but not smiling back. I continued to ignore him. I thought it was weird that a man his age was trying to engage with me. There was no one else in the compartment apart from us and for a split second I felt trepidation.

"Come down the bottom and sit with me." He said smiling and gesturing to the compartment below.

I looked around me to find no one standing by. A feeling in my gut made me feel slightly sick, it was just me and him. He was staring at me intently and I felt myself follow him, I didn't want to appear like I was rude, I mean all he wanted to do was sit?

We sat down and I sat in the seat opposite him, staring out the window.

"Do you live around here?" He asked still smiling that creepy smile.

"No."

"Are you visiting?"

"Yeah."