Last night I drank some wine and at about 1am I decided to go for a walk. It was glorious. Completely silent, not a car in sight. Walked to Wilshire Blvd, which normally would still have some traffic at that time but there was not a car on the road in either direction. I hadn't been out in a while other than to go to the store. It was very calming. Was taking really deep breaths, getting some fresh air into my lungs. I walk back to my street, still about 1/8 mile from home and on the sidewalk on the other side of the street I see someone walking towards me. As we get closer I see it's a guy, about 6'5", floppy head of black hair. He's walking pretty fast. When we get to the point where we're going to pass each other I see out of the corner of my eye that he has stopped walking. I look over again as I'm walking and he's just standing there, staring at me. I look away for a few seconds and then I look back and he's still not moving, still staring. It's completely silent. No cars in the distance. No crickets. Nothing. After about 10 seconds I look back over my shoulder and see that he's crossing the street and walking towards me. My calm, happy buzz has turned to panic. Now I'm walking really fast and I hang a left onto a side street. I'm almost running but not quite. I remember I have my keys in my pocket and on the keychain there's a bottle opener that I can use as weapon if need be. I reach into my pocket and grab the keys, look over my shoulder and the guy has followed me down the side street. He's about 50 feet behind me. I start running. I'm a half a block away from Wilshire and i think maybe there will be cars there now. Maybe it'll make the guy stop following me. So i get to Wilshire (no cars), hang a right and look back and see the guy is stopped again. Just standing there, staring. I don't stop running until i get home. Have a keycard in my pocket that opens the garage to my building. I get into the garage, key into the door to the building, take the stairs up and into my apartment. Lock the door behind me. I'm sweating, heart beating about 200 bpm. Puked up the wine in my stomach. Kept looking out the peephole of my front door about every 30 seconds for about an hour. Passed out at some point. Sitting here now wondering if the guy was really following me? or if I was just being paranoid? Maybe he was walking toward his building? Maybe he stopped as to let me pass by before he turned back for home, to make it not seem like he was following me? Maybe he noticed that I kept looking back so he stopped walking again on that side street?