I'd like to add mine.
When I was around 14 I was in a ladies toilet with a 14 year old and 10 year old friend. It the was the toilet of an Indian restaurant and all of our parents were downstairs in the restaurant.
A group of lads walked past on the street below and I (foolishly) shouted something out of the window at them.
They thundered up the stairs to the toilet (the restaurant was through a separate door to the main door) so we hid in the cubicles whilst they all tried to kick the doors in.
Grown men trying to smash down the doors of the toilet to get to the children inside while their parents sat downstairs oblivious.
The cubicle lock was broken so I jammed my leg against the door while they tried to cave it in. They gave up eventually and I coldn't open the door afterwards as they had kicked it in so badly it jammed.
My 14 year old friend was in the cubicle next door and had to find the courage to go down alone and ask for help. The restaurant brought a screwdriver to get me and the 10 year old out and we pretended that we had jammed it playing a game.
We never told a soul what had happened with the group of men. I still think of it as all my fault for shouting out to them. I suspect those men probably do as well.