trip to india

Now the door opened slowly and I saw him, a figure as dark as the night itself and he had a chilly look as the night had. He was short statured, well built with thickset shoulders. He stood there, a dark shadow. I knew he was taking stock of the situation. Then something in his hand gave a sparkle. He had a big knife in his hand. As I saw the knife in his hand the picture of psycho flashed in front of my eyes. My heart sank within me. Instinctively my hand switched on the ...