When I was 16 or 17 I was walking late at night between North Finchley and Whetstone in north London. I shouldn’t have been out that late but my parents let me do what I want and never knew where I was.
A car started tailing me. It would get really close then drive off, then come back. I couldn’t see inside and didn’t want to turn around too much as I didn’t want it to look as though I was scared, but I really was. I still think about it now, and how vulnerable I was. It went away and came back three or four times.
I started running till I reached a petrol station in Whetstone. I went in and told them what was happening. They said I should wait in there with them. I waited till the night bus came then went and got on that.
The whole thing was petrifying.