That was an unusually dark winter night. I was on my way home from work on the ghastly quiet road of my hometown. I drove my bicycle alone. It was midnight when I finished my third shift. Winter wind kept tapping my face as I tried to rush home.
Suddenly, I noticed one man with a long hair, riding behind me secretly. I felt my heart jumping out with scare. I quickened my leg pushing the pedals, hoping to ride faster. He kept following me through the dark, across the field. Whenever I turned around, he stopped. My throat was on fire.
At last, I got home and tried to reach the bell. The man reached. I turned my head around and saw the most odd face in the world. From deep in the throat of the man, I heard him saying, "ecuse meee. yo.. oou d..rop yoor baag beeehind," giving the bag back to me. I couldn't say anything, but was full of shame and regret for misunderstanding him. From that day, I keep my belief in people.
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