{Iam not comfortable sharing experiences here YET but here's some personal demons}
As a kid my parents divorced so my mum moved with her two kids from a nice leafy family suburb, to a government housing estate...or HELL as I remember it! One day at our train station a man followed me in to the toilet. I locked my cubicle and peed {shy}, meanwhile I saw a hand on the ground in the cubicle next to me....he was looking or trying to get under!....I quickly finished and just then the bell rang as the train was going to pull in. The hand disapeared. I heard him run out. I ran outside and saw a man running to the very front carriage and jumping on...my Mother yelled at me to hurry up and get on. {Carriages are not connected in Australia} As a kid I thought nothing of it, later I realize this could have been bad. Another time at the beach in the change room with my Witness friend a man spoke to us and later, showed his penis braging how big it was. We laught {dumb kid} and got out of there. Another time in my bad neighbourhood, I went to buy some bread and milk since we had no car. On the way home 2 teenagers told me to come with them in the bushes as they wanted to show me something cool....now alittle street smarter, I refused to go with them kept walking, and said I have to go home....they beat me up and I collapsed on the ground pretending to be seriously wounded...they ran away. Once coming home from the Damn late {10pm} Service Meeting, me mum and other sibling were aproached by our local roving gang of youths sitting on or letterboxs, they asked for money. These guys had bashed the local security services who now refused to enter our area. Police took 2 hours in our niegbourhood. My mother told us to go unstairs she said:"NO I DON"T!" And reached quickly into her bag, they pulled back..she just had her keys and rushed up stairs and let us all in. {Poor mum} Another time at 12am some boys were pounding on our door with their shoulders, trying to break in. My mother said: "I've gotta Knife and I'll kill the first person who comes in!"...Queit, then whispers....they left....sometimes when we were at the meeting the locks did give way but we had nothing to steal...it's hard to sleep with broken locks, my mother stood guard with me..I feel so sad telling you these horror stories that's enough for now...As on my thread regarding the Tennasee Witness family who were murdered by a gang of youths they Witnesses to...my point is, do not trust anyone. Many serial killers in America look like sweet people {Ted Bundy, Jeffery Damer} but you really don't know who want's to harm you...especially women, be careful! If alone, or you think someone is following you {as I did} by very careful....Yes, "don't talk to strangers" is still good advice {sometimes use judgement} sad but true...many people who stopped to talk to a stranger are now buried in a shallow grave....with thier poster on a wall at the post office....don't be stupid. I could have died many times {more stories} but some how we have always been lucky. I always look over my shoulder when walking at night even though Iam 6 foot tall and stocky..."should I walk next to the park?...no, I take the long way home"...it's funny most people won't make eye contact with me, and get out of my way....one woman I was walking behind kept looking behind her, so I felt bad and crossed the street...I respected her wisdom...watch your back, always.