by Edith Buckthorp
I worked nine years at the C.P.R. Pier D office, in Vancouver. I was a stenographer and did some accounting there. I got free railroad passes and used to go to Harrison Hot Springs and other places in B.C.
While I was working at the pier, I had a strange experience. A man followed me home each night for quite some time. He never spoke to me, just followed. I would go into the house and look out the windows at him. He would stay there for a few minutes and then walk away. He did this for several weeks and then abruptly stopped. I never saw him again. He might have been off one of the boats. I was relieved when he stopped following me home, but I always wondered where he went.