a frightening experience
It was almost midnight. I was going home on a bus. There was only one other passenger – a middle-aged man.
I leaned back on my seat and closed my eyes, enjoying the cool night breeze. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and found the other passenger grinning at me. The man looked rosy in the cheeks and reeked of liquor. He was drunk.
Before I knew it, he started running his fingers through my hair. I was terrified. The next moment, he sat beside me. The bus driver seemed too preoccupied with driving to notice what was happening.
The man looked angry suddenly and began to talk loudly. I was at my wits’ end and wished that I had not stayed out so late.
Finally, I plucked up the courage and rushed to a seat near the driver so that he could help me should anything happen. Luckily the man did not follow me.
After some time, the bus reached my housing estate. Before I alighted from the bus, I stole a glance at the drunk man. He was fast asleep.
I was thankful that I was not harmed. However, I was badly frightened and made up my mind never to travel at late hours without company.