"où pensez-vous que vous allez? where do you think you're going?" the question of the man in interrupted me. after I saw the man standing on the dark side of the road I immediately turned around to go back to where I came from, wearing a hat and tall, wearing black clothes and ... scary, what should I do? I don't know where I'm going! I looked around and we just saw the man in the area, s**t! I cursed. "I'm sorry but I don't understand you anymore, can you leave now?" I asked in a hurry, I was nervous, I couldn't see him clearly and I didn't know him, Help me, oh, God please help me. he seemed to hear nothing and was still standing in front of me, "m-excuse me, Mr. what do you need?" even though I was almost holding my breath I was still trying to speak, I felt so nervous, every time I loo
