When I was 11 my mom made me walk home from school sometimes since she had to work and also did my other mom.  It would always be okay just some few homeless people and shady people and there would always be some people around because there was a college nearby and a high school. One day though, I went late because I had STEM. It was no big deal just that there was few people and no one could walk with me. As I was walking home I noticed someone following me. It looked like another homeless so I payed no mind to them, but after I crossed on of the roads, I saw that he kept his distance. I started walking a bit faster just to hear his footsteps getting louder and louder. Then, I heard him ask me if I wanted something. Since I was a bit scared I said no and continued walking but he kept following me. Whenever I would look back I would see his gaze wonder off of me. He finally stopped following me after I reached the park. I sometimes see him at a park just sitting there.