A few summers ago I went for a bike ride around midnight with a friend. We went our separate ways at the end of the evening and I had about two blocks to ride back by myself.
Because of construction I had to ride on the sidewalk but the streets were dead but it wasn’t a problem until right where I was about to turn left onto my street. There was this man walking by himself, maybe 40s, a little scruffy but not homeless.
The side walk was narrow and I didn’t want to freak him out so when I got about six feet behind him I said “hey behind you!” And he turned around and gave me this super angry look.
I turned down me street and he started to follow me, literally screaming about how I was a fucking cunt and he was going to kill me and all that. I live right off the corner and I didn’t want him to figure that out so I decided to do another loop around the block. That’s not the scary part.
The scary part is that when I looped back around and looked down the street I saw him standing on my fucking front stoopstaring out at the street like the motherfucker KNEW I lived there. He saw me ride by again but he didn’t say anything.
I ended up going back to the friends, but my bike got stolen from the alleyway by the house two days later.
Edit: the guy in question was definitely not actually homeless. We have a large population of mentally ill in that area unfortunately (downtown of a medium sized city), so if I didn’t think the sidewalk was too narrow to pass otherwise I wouldn’t have disturbed him. Half the scary part was that he looked pretty much completely normal for my area. That being said I ended up texting my mom and she made the decision not to notify law enforcement until my bike was stolen.