I was on the train, minding my own business, when a man sat directly across from me. He didn’t say a word—just stared.

His gaze was so intense and unbroken that it made me deeply uncomfortable. I tried to ignore it, but the longer it went on,

the more uneasy I felt. Eventually, I got off the train a few stops early just to get away from him.

About five minutes later, my phone rang. It was my husband, clearly in a panic.“Were you just on the train?” he asked urgently.

“Yeah, why?” I replied, still a bit shaken.He shouted, “Go back to the station right now! You just ran into my boss and didn’t

even say hello! He called me and sounded really upset about it!”

I froze. “What are you talking about?” I asked, confused. Then my husband sent me a photo—and my blood ran cold.

It was the same man who had been staring at me. The one I had just tried to get away from.I told my husband the truth:

his boss had been creeping me out. He stared at me the entire ride without saying a word, and it felt threatening.

But instead of being concerned for how I felt, my husband brushed it off. “He’s just awkward,” he said. “He probably didn’t mean anything by it.”