My husband protects me

I rarely have to walk home in the dark, and I usually hate it. I spend the entire time fantasizing about being attacked and always have my phone in my hand, either talking into it, or preparing to call the police. Call me paranoid, but that's the truth.

Yesterday I went to dinner at Cole and Suzie's house. They live less than two blocks away, and yet when I left at 9 I found myself wanting to ask for a ride. I reminded myself that I lived close and it was beautiful night out and walked home.
I called Travis, but didn't get a hold of him so I left a message then hung up.
I dropped my phone in my pocket.

Less than thirty second later I became aware of two very creepy looking men crossing the street. I sped up, out of nervous habit, and they sped up. In about a minute one was walking less than a foot behind me and one was about a foot to my right.
I sped up, they sped up.
Either one of them could of merely stuck out their hand and held me. They were so much closer than strangers walk on the street. They were closer than friends often walk on the street. Part of me was afraid that it I turned my head too quickly my nose would crack into their faces.

Luckily I was practically in my driveway by this point, and I turned and started walking across my lawn as quickly as I could. They followed me for a second before going back to the street.
You can't imagine how hard it was to get the key in the door, I was shaking so bad.
They were both wearing dark hoods over their faces and when I glanced at the one on my left, he shot me the dirtiest, most evil look I have ever seen.

I know that probably sounds like an email chain, or like my fantasizing got the best of me, but I want to remind all of you (since most everyone who reads this is a girl) that not even Provo is always safe.
Please, please be careful. With Travis gone, I found myself sleeping with the lights on, and the chain on the door, and I woke up about thirty times (at every single little noise). I called the police, so they would drive through my neighborhood. I called a few girls who live nearby and told them to stay in. I was freaking out beyond normal freakout. I can't wait til he gets home again. (Tonight!)
And for those of you who live in Provo and have my number, I have a car and will happily come drive you home from campus or work or where ever you are.

*and a note for commenters (yes Grandma, I mean you) before you say "Why didn't you scream, why didn't you call the police? Why didn't you run asap?!" Let me say, those men were within inches of me. I was too terrified to do anything. I, in my frantic state, thought that if I screamed, I might get a punch to the head, or a hand around my mouth, or anything just as scary. The same with pulling out my phone, or beginning to run. I was just too scared to do anything.

*edit: I just talked to Suzie, she says that in the last year there have been over three break-ins on our street, and people in our neighborhood are frequently busted for meth! Eeek! Who knew such a great ward had its boundaries filled by creepsters?