Dalia took a step back, her chest pounding fervently. Her eyes grew wide with fear as the figure remained standing there, not moving a bit. She should run; she would take to her heels and run for her dear life.
Air rushed out of her lungs; for a moment, she almost could not breathe, her gaze still fixed on the figure, wondering what it was.
Dalia was about to turn on her heel when the figure appeared in front of her. The light above flickered, and this time she could get a vivid image of his face.
Her hand trembled, and her mouth shook with fright. For a moment, she felt her whole body going numb, unable to move, nor think, nor feel. The pounding of her heart was not helping at all. She feared at that moment that she might have a heart attack.
She did not believe in superstitions, had never thought they were real up until now.
