Thought I'd share this scary story, something that happened to me last night. I usually take about a hour walk every night within my neighborhood. I am extremely familiar with it, been living here for almost twenty years. I was about twenty-thirty minutes walking distance from my home. This was all on side streets. So keep in mind it was secluded and rather dark. I did some simple illustrations to explain what happened. First I came up to a four way intersection. I began heading down the road east of the intersection. The East road is unusually dark. Behind me I can hear a car coming from the West. I hear the car slow down and honk twice. I turn my head expecting to see a friend, or a neighbor. I see neither of these. I see a totally unfamiliar old car, with a driver who is wearing a dirty white tank top, he is semi-well built. I cannot see his face. There might be someone in the passenger's side, if there is, they are dressed too dark to see. This is not someone I know. The car goes to the side of the road, and turns off their lights. Honks twice again. I am about fifteen feet away. Okay, so this is a little weird. I am either expecting to be A) Asked for directions. B) Mugged/Shot. But the car just sits there... the windows don't even roll down. Okay. So, I am creeped, I want nothing to do with this, and I begin walking swiftly towards the South road, for two reasons. 1) If they ARE pursuing me, I will find out this way. 2) It would make them put their car in reverse, make a sharp turn, and put their car in drive again. Basically, it would give me more time to escape, because if I just ran down the east road in a straight line, there is no question if they would catch me. Well. That is exactly what they did. They aggressively put their car in reverse, and pulled up next to me on the south street. They followed me with each step, and stopped each time I stopped. They stopped again, honked their horn twice. They have no lights on. They never rolled down their window or said anything. I shrug at them, at least hoping for some response. Nothing. At this point I am fairly certain this person wants me to approach their car or get in. So I think... I have to do this one more time to get them off of me. So once again. I walk towards the east road. They of course follow me aggressively. I stop for a moment to get them to slow down. And then I turn and run as fast as I ****ing can for the South road again. I don't bother to look behind me, but I catch a glimpse of their car, furiously going back in reverse, nearly driving onto the side walk. Tires screeching. As I am running south, I take a quick glance and look for a house with lights on. Hoping I may be able to find someone who is home, or at least lose my pursuers quickly enough before they see where I went. I see a house with garage lights on. I am hoping that someone is home. Also hoping, that IF someone is home, they do not mistake me for an attacker. I run to that driveway. NO ONE is there. ****. I can hear the car. Behind me. They are searching for me. I run swiftly through four more backyards. I crouch behind a house, and I hear the car slow down. I am peeking over the edge. Hoping that my pursuers don't come out of their car and search for me on foot. I wait a second or two, which felt like forever. Suddenly, they step on the gas and go about 40 MPH down the 25 MPH road. I wait for a minute, in case they are waiting for me around the bend. I creep over to a bush and peek down the road, and I see no cars. I figure, I better get the **** out of here before they return. So I do. I take the darkest road so that I will be harder to spot. On the way back home, I hid from nearly every car I saw approaching at a distance.