Last week I was with a couple friends, sparking up on the boardwalk at around midnight. Everything was fine, the mood was light. To give a little background, I live in Queens NY and there's usually a lot of crackheads that hang around where I live. There was no one around, and obviously no sort of security cameras. I noticed a man was walking back and forth behind us, thought it was a little creepy but didn't think much of it. Chalked it up to paranoia, but I really wasn't even high at that point. We moved away from him to the next street and chose a bench. He followed us, but my friends brushed it off. However my own anxiety was starting to spike. I could tell something was off; every time we moved to the next bench he would follow us. His gait was strange, hands in his pockets and a heavy limp from side to side. The third time we moved I asked my friend if she wanted to leave. She said no, and that we would be fine. That's when I began to get a gut-wrenching feeling that he was going to kill us, specifically with a knife. I asked her again and she grabbed her bag in a panic and agreed that we should leave. While we crossed over to where the boardwalk ramp leads to the street, my friend informed me that she had a dream where that exact man stabbed us all to death after attempting to steal her bag. I looked behind me and could see him start to follow us, but he ended up crossing over to the next street. I honestly don't know what happened, maybe I was just overthinking the situation, as I normally do... but it was just too odd. It's been on my mind all week. Any input would be appreciated.
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