A Harrowing Experience Years Ago

I can't see how the incidents could have been related except to spread fear through the very core of me.
I had been getting random phone calls at odd times. Most people would call them crank calls. They would come when I was home alone and make comments about knowing what I had been doing. Sometimes the person was right. This was before "Big Brother" video devices (Walmart actually has me on tape from the back as I fell in their parking lot a couple of years ago, when I broke my hip). But these calls didn't make sense. Charlane, my roommate at the time, and I lived on a second floor apartment in a secured building and our shades were usually not open when a call came.
Then, one night, I was coming home around midnight from a Friday night gathering of singles. Many Friday nights we would go ice skating at an indoor rink and go out for pizza afterwards. This time we had gone to a movie at an artsy place in a whole different direction. As I reached an intersection, a car pulled out and started to follow me. Knowing I was already afraid and perhaps a little paranoid with these calls, I made sure the car was following me. I pulled into our apartment complex and went all the way around the building and started to head back out. The car was still behind me. I knew there was a police station nearby (no cell phones 30 some years ago), but I couldn't remember exactly where.
So in panic but with some instinct I guess, I made a Y-turn to get out of the car's way. Another car pulled into the parking lot. I jumped out and asked for help. I know this is going to sound unbelievable, but the man in the front seat was Chinese or Asian and he had his parents in the back seat (and a revolver in the car). He escorted me back to my apartment complex. I went in, being careful to keep the lights out when I got up there. The next day I took my name off the mail box.
I was so scared for awhile after that. I felt someone was going to burst into our apartment. A couple of nights, I slept on my roommate's floor, feeling safer there. And I called out to God, claiming the blood of Christ over my fear. In time, it dissipated.