I've had a stalker that actually was a sexual predator, or a hunter, if you like. I was sixteen at the time, alone in a city, waiting for my train. The guy was looking for a prey, he chose me.
He followed for a while, I had not noticed. I bought an ice-cream, that turned him on. He rushed on me while I was in a small row, tried to strangle me from behind and tried to put his hand inside me, I was wearing a skirt but -this is gruesome- luckily I was on my period and this protected me from his total intrusion.
I managed to kick him with my elbow and my bag, and to stump on his foot with my heel. Since this day I never dare leaving the house without wearing heels.
So he released me for a second, and I ran away on the boulevard. But he chased me.
He managed to catch me back, same tactic, strangulation from behind, he was furious, even more than the first time. I tried to yell "let me go *******" and cried for help but people did not help me. They just stared at me, walking by. This was a sunny afternoon, with lot of people.
So I did the same, kick of the elbow, use of my heel, he was hurt one more time.
I ran away even more quickly than the first time. He was running after me, in such a state of madness. You can not imagine. I ran into a shop, hopping to hide away from him. He lost me for a sec, I ran out and hurried into a tea-room, in which I hid myself so he could not find me (plus I was hoping if he actually found me, someone would call the police and stop him from rapping me). I saw him looking for me in the tea-room. I was amazed no one ever questionned him, why was he behaving like that ?
I stayed hidden for a long time. Then I had to catch my train.
He never found me back, then, but some time after, I saw him on newspapers. He had raped a girl, a gruesome rape.
My mom had called the police after my assault. He was known for mental illness. He was supposedly on medecines that made him no danger, the doctors had said. But that day, he had not taken his pills. Neither did he on the day he found this girl.
He followed for a while, I had not noticed. I bought an ice-cream, that turned him on. He rushed on me while I was in a small row, tried to strangle me from behind and tried to put his hand inside me, I was wearing a skirt but -this is gruesome- luckily I was on my period and this protected me from his total intrusion.
I managed to kick him with my elbow and my bag, and to stump on his foot with my heel. Since this day I never dare leaving the house without wearing heels.
So he released me for a second, and I ran away on the boulevard. But he chased me.
He managed to catch me back, same tactic, strangulation from behind, he was furious, even more than the first time. I tried to yell "let me go *******" and cried for help but people did not help me. They just stared at me, walking by. This was a sunny afternoon, with lot of people.
So I did the same, kick of the elbow, use of my heel, he was hurt one more time.
I ran away even more quickly than the first time. He was running after me, in such a state of madness. You can not imagine. I ran into a shop, hopping to hide away from him. He lost me for a sec, I ran out and hurried into a tea-room, in which I hid myself so he could not find me (plus I was hoping if he actually found me, someone would call the police and stop him from rapping me). I saw him looking for me in the tea-room. I was amazed no one ever questionned him, why was he behaving like that ?
I stayed hidden for a long time. Then I had to catch my train.
He never found me back, then, but some time after, I saw him on newspapers. He had raped a girl, a gruesome rape.
My mom had called the police after my assault. He was known for mental illness. He was supposedly on medecines that made him no danger, the doctors had said. But that day, he had not taken his pills. Neither did he on the day he found this girl.