It is getting dark when I arrive at our apartment that evening. A glance to my wristwatch which shows that it is almost 9 pm plus the dim light in the basement do not help to ease this eerie feeling I feel that moment. I feel like someone is watching me but as I turn around to my surrounding I find no one except me.
As I walk to the elevator, I can still feel that I am not alone in the vacant parking space. I can hear a distant footstep as I quickly sling my handbag over my chest. I am afraid if there is some burglar or rapist walking around in the deserted basement searching for their next victims.
Gradually, I try to walk at full tilt in hope to reach to the elevator as quick as possible. Thinking that it has more light on the hallway than on the basement, I just wish there are also
