Had it not been for the strong guy in the street who saved me...

So this happened to me in the year 2018 when I was 17. <br>I live in a country in Asia, and at that time, I was studying in a foreign country in Europe. I wanna emphasize this because as a person who lives in Asia, I didnt expect any bad things to happen as I thought they were all nice. I was wrong.<br><br>One day, I was alone in my dorm room. It was late, around 11pm. I heard someone opened the main door so I thought it was my roommate. However, it was not. I saw a guy in front of my door. I was so shocked since somehow he was able to open the main door without the key. He looked around 25-30 years old? I dont know, he was tall and big. I shouted to him "what the fuck???" and slapped the wall. He freaked out and ran away. I noticed that he left his leather jacket fell on the floor when he ran away. I took it, brought it to the reception, and reported this to the police. They still couldnt find him. However, Im not 100% sure that he was going to harm me since we havent had any conversation yet. Some people said that it was probably a mistake, and he was probably looking for someone else.<br><br>Two weeks after the incident, I went out. Around 2am I decided to walk back home. The street was empty, and it was dark. I walked alone, and suddenly I felt like someone was behind me. I turned around and it was that same guy. He looked at me and yelled "its you". I got freaked out and ran fast towards home. He chased me. I was able to open the main door, ran up the stairs, and entered my room. I locked the door and looked through the peephole. There he was, standing in front of my door. He looked angry. He banged the door and tried to open it. Luckily the door was strong enough and could keep him out. He eventually gave up and left. I reported this to the police again and they still havent found him. <br><br>One day, I was walking alone in the street, looking at my phone. Suddenly somehow I felt like someone was behind me again. It felt like it was him again. I turned around and it was that same guy. He was walking behind me, looking at me with a creepy smile on his face. I was so afraid. I ran fast towards this guy who was drunk and somehow he saw me and asked "you okay?" I said "yes, please help me". The creepy guy behind me saw this and immediately ran away. I told the drunk guy the story. He accompanied me to go home. I was so grateful for him.<br><br>It has been 5 years now. I still remember that creepy guy. I found out later that he was actually from my country, but who knows what he was doing abroad? 5 years ago I had the exact same feeling, the feeling that he was there. I felt like he was behind me when I was walking alone. I turned around, and sure enough, it was him. He was standing there smiling at me creepily. I ran towards a nearby store. He followed me and stood in front of the store. I stayed there for a while until I got bored and decided to go home. When I walked out the store, I saw him. Again, he was standing in front of me with creepy smile on his face. I screamed at him to leave me alone, and I ran. He chased me until I got home. I stayed there and didnt go out the whole day. My roommate said that she saw him standing in front of our dorm building the whole morning. I reported this to the police again and they still havent found him. I wonder if they ever will. <br><br>3 years ago I moved back to my country and settled down here. I still have the same feeling that someone is behind me whenever I walk alone in the street, but I guess its just trauma. I feel like I need to tell this story to someone.