I was on the train when a man sat across from me, staring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not glancing. Staring.<\/strong> Unblinking. Like he knew me. Like he was waiting for something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I pretended to scroll on my phone, but my hands were shaking. Five minutes later, my phone rang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was my husband. I could hear panic in his voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Were you on the train?!”<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I hesitated. \u201cYes, but I got off. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He shouted: Confused, I checked my shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He was right. My bag \u2014 with my passport, wallet, everything \u2014 was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But then he added, voice lower now:<\/p>\n\n\n\n “That man\u2026 I saw him.”<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I stopped walking. \u201cHe\u2019s not random. He\u2019s not just some guy. He\u2019s been following us online for weeks. I got a message from your account \u2014 sent to his.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I froze. He whispered, \u201cI know. I think he hacked you. And he thinks you know who he is.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My blood went cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That stare on the train… wasn\u2019t curiosity. It was recognition.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I turned around, heart pounding, scanning the empty street.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then I saw it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My bag.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Propped neatly on a bench\u2026 with a note on top:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLet\u2019s talk.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I didn\u2019t know what scared me more \u2014 the fact that he was watching me, or that he wanted a conversation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I grabbed the bag and ran, knowing my life just changed forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was on the train when a man sat across from me, staring. Not glancing. Staring. Unblinking. Like he knew me. Like he was waiting for something…. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1173","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimebuzz.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1173","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimebuzz.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimebuzz.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimebuzz.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimebuzz.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1173"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/storytimebuzz.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1173\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimebuzz.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimebuzz.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1173"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimebuzz.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1173"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimebuzz.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1173"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
When the train stopped at the next station, I got off early \u2014 heart racing \u2014 just to lose him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cReturn to the station. Now. You have to go back \u2014 you left your bag.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t send anything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n