Looking over my shoulder, I surveyed my surroundings. My hands had become clammy, and my heart was racing.
It was a Saturday night in Bristol – and I’d somehow found myself alone, lost and walking through a dark back street.
I was far enough away from the main roads that I was completely surrounded by silence; and I was sure I could hear footsteps coming from behind me, getting closer. Louder.
‘Why did I take this route?’, I thought to myself, desperately. I was vulnerable, and anyone dodgy who happened to walk down this same street could see that as an opportunity.
I was sure I’d walked this way before, but it was unrecognisable. I ...


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