I was stalked by a mentally unstable classmate in college and I’m still freaked out about it

My freshman year I lived in the dorms. The way the dorm was set up was two people per room, and each floor was separated by gender. We had a floor in the middle that was co-ed, and a floor for the RA’s. The RA’s would have a roommate, but their job was to supervise the floor they were on. <br><br>In my first semester, one of my classes was psychology. I had it pretty early in the morning, 8:00 am to be exact. I was not a morning person and would oversleep a lot. I would always show up late to that class and disrupt the lecture. <br><br>I had a classmate, his name was Michael. One day while class was going on he was on his phone and I thought he was texting. It was actually a note-taking app, and he was typing notes out. I asked if I could see them, and he shared them with me. I didn’t have a phone at that time, it was 2018 and I had an iPod Touch. <br><br>At that time, I still lived in the dorm. I didn’t have a laptop so I would use the lab computers in the library or dorm. It was a pain to walk all the way to the library just to print out something, so I asked Michael if we could meet up in the lab and I’ll print the notes out. <br><br>Fast forward a few days, we met up in the dorm lab and I printed them out. As we were talking, he asked me if I wanted to grab some coffee with him. I agreed, and we went to the coffee shop. <br><br>The way the coffee shop was set up, it wasn’t a large coffee shop. It was a medium size room with four tables. It was located in a separate building from the dorm. It was connected to the library, and there was another way to get in through the parking lot. <br><br>We sat down and talked for about an hour, and I didn’t realize that I had spent that much time talking until I saw one of my friends. One of my friends walked in, and she waved at me and made a gesture signaling “what the hell are you doing with him?” I didn’t respond, I just waved back. <br><br>My friend waited in line, and she sat at a table near ours. She heard everything we were saying, and at one point, she got up and came over to our table. She asked me if I was okay, and I said yeah. She walked away, and when we were done with our coffee, Michael asked me if I wanted to grab lunch with him. <br><br>I had a feeling something was off but I wasn’t sure what. I said sure, and we walked to the cafeteria. We sat down, and my friend from before walked over. She asked again if I was okay, I said yes. <br><br>She walked away again and that’s when her and a few other friends surrounded us. They all asked me if I was okay, and that’s when I started to feel like something was wrong with Michael. I didn’t know what his intentions were but I didn’t want to lead him on. <br><br>I told him it was nice meeting him and everything, but I don’t think we’re a good match. He started yelling at me and my friends. He called me a bitch and a whore. He started walking towards me, and my friends said “let’s go” and we all got up and left. <br><br>I didn’t see him around after that until one day I was walking to class. He saw me and started walking towards me, so I ran into the bathroom. I waited in there for a while and he was waiting outside. I left the bathroom and ran back to my room. <br><br>This went on for a few days, all I would do was go to class, and come back to my room. I had a few friends that would come visit me, but that’s it. <br><br>One day he walked into my room. I asked him what he was doing here and he said he just wanted to talk. I said fine, but please don’t yell at me. <br><br>He started talking about how he felt like he was my only friend. He said we met in class, but he felt like we had a deeper connection. He said he saw how my friends reacted when we were talking, and he felt like they didn’t like him. <br><br>He said he felt like they were talking behind his back, and he knew they didn’t like him. He said he knows I don’t like them, and I only like him. I said that’s not true, I like them and I don’t like you. <br><br>He started yelling at me again and I got scared. I stood up and backed away slowly. He started walking towards me, and I slowly started opening the door. <br><br>He was closer and closer, and I slowly backed away from him. He got closer until he was right in my face. He leaned in close to kiss me, but I slammed the door open. <br><br>I ran out of the room and down the stairs. I didn’t stop running until I got to the RA’s room. I told them everything that happened, and they were shocked. They said they had no idea and they would look into it. <br><br>I was freaked out, so I asked if I could stay with them that night. They said of course and I stayed the night. The next day they said they would switch me to a different floor. <br><br>They moved me into a room that was supposed to be used for supplies. It had two beds in it, but they weren’t using it. I lived there until the end of the year, and I never saw Michael again until graduation. <br><br>When we were walking across the stage to get our diplomas, he was there. He smiled and waved at me, and I didn’t say anything. <br><br>I graduated in 2022, and I haven’t seen him since then.