Scenario 1

"Boom!", the deafening sound of the thunder threatened me to duck into the shelter. Drenched,i made my way to the lift, not knowing that a pair of eyes followed me into the lift. When the lift was about to close, out of the blue,a man with dishevelled black jet hair and unshaved beard dashed in with a sinister smile. I forced myself to smile back, suddenly recalling that a number of residents in this neighbourhood had been robbed and the robber was still at large. Beads of perspiration formed on my forehead, as wild thoughts raced through my mind wildly. My heart began to beat like Michael Jackson's dance steps. Slowly, he reached out for his pocket and looked at me with the smile again. I felt my hair stiffened on the back as i swallowed my saliva. Taking in a deep breath, i waited for the right timing to shout for help.....