This story took place during my freshmen year of college around spring time. I enjoyed working out, and after a busy day, it was time to hit the campus gym. To give you a visual of how the campus fitness center looks, the main center area has several treadmills, some hamstring sets, and small televisions. This area also has windows, for people outside of the gym area to peer into as well. To the right of the treadmill area there are weights and the bench press section, to the left is the entrance to the gym. I was doing my nightly routine and the gym was very empty. After I was finished, I decided that it was time to head back to my dorm. This is when things started getting creepy. As I left the gym and was going up the steps, I noticed someone across campus. He seemed suspicious. I hear him say to me, "What's up?" This was a bearded rugged looking male, wearing a hood over his head. I reply, "What's up" back at him. At first, I didn't think much of it. Maybe he wanted to be friendly? I began to walk across the grass to my dorm, when I notice the man running towards me extremely fast, with his eyes completely locked into mine. I became unnerved, running back into the fitness center as fast as I could. There is always an emplyee near the entrance of the gym who sits at a desk and has people sign in before they work out. At the moment, I did not tell them about what had just happened, because I felt I was possibly being paranoid. What if this guy just wanted to chat? I peered outside the windows of the treadmill area, and saw shoes pacing back and forth. I started to panic and suspected this was the same guy. I decided to stick around and watch TV in the treadmill area for a good ten to fifteen minutes, just to be sure the creepy man was gone. It was obvious now that this guy did not have any good intentions. The fitness worker at the desk asked me if everything was okay when he noticed I seemed uneasy. I said that someone may be following me. They asked if I needed a walk back to my dorm, to which I replied that the guy is probably gone by now. I was dead wrong... It was time. With a deep breath and butterflies in my stomach, I braced myself and left the gym, slowly. The weather outside was still and humid. What came next terrified me. As I crept up the gym entrance steps in the dark night, I hear bush rustling. I peeked around the corner slowly, and there he was. The same strange man leering at me with an odd, horrifying expression on his face. He is only a few feet away now. I started to panic. Without a second thought, I ran back into the gym with my heart in my throat, and told the worker that someone was right outside the gym, stalking me. Campus security was then called. However, by the time security got there, the man was nowhere to be found. I thought the guy wanted to be friendly, but clearly he was up to no good. Thinking about the situation still gives me chills to this day. I worked as a flight attendant for a few years, when I decided to take some time off from college. There were a handful of uncomfortable situations I encountered during that time, but this one in particular still makes my skin crawl. I was born and raised in Texas but had moved to New York when I was 21, so when I found out at the beginning of a weeklong trip that I’d have a couple of overnights in Austin, I was super excited to go to my homestate for a few days. My brother lived just north of the city and we planned to hang out and go to dinner, and the following day we were going to meet up with our dad who lived about an hour away. I get to the hotel downtown, the crew and I check in, and then we each head off to our rooms. After a short elevator ride I get to mine. Not even five minutes later there’s a loud, hard knock on the door. It was only around 1 or 2pm and I hadn’t called either my dad or brother to let them know I was in town yet, so that could not be them. I assumed it was maybe one of my crewmates, so I headed to the door. Before even making it to the door, I hear a loud, male voice on the other side “The front desk sent me about the bathroom problem you called in,” He tries to open the door. “Unlock the door and open up, Miss. I need to come in, now.” I froze in my tracks. I hadn’t even been in the bathroom yet, let alone called the front desk. I slowly inch towards the door to look out the peephole. All I could tell was that the man on the other side was at least 6ft tall, and easily over double my weight. No way in hell was I going to unlock the door. I responded to the guy, telling him he must have had the wrong room. He continued pounding on the door while constantly turning the handle, telling me he needed to get in and was getting inside one way or another. I panicked, but thankfully had the sense to grab the phone and call the front desk. The concierge confirmed that they had neither sent anyone up to my room nor had they received a call about the bathroom. The entire time, this scary guy was determined to get in my room, pounding and yelling. Luckily, the front desk had dispatched security to my floor. I can hear security stepping out of the elevator, approaching the guy, asking him who he was, what he was doing, and telling him he needed to leave the hotel. He immediately got hostile and aggressive toward them, and the front desk clerk I’m still on the phone with, tells me police have been called and are on their way. This entire time I’m trapped in my room, scared shitless. The cops show up pretty quickly and manage to arrest the guy for trespassing. I later found out that the guy was wanted in connection to a string of break-ins and violent sexual assaults in Austin. He had seen and stalked me from the minute I entered the hotel lobby. Apparently I was exactly his “type” of victim. I still think every now and then whant could have happened if I opened the door..