Dark street with inky bright sky above it spreading infinitely till nowhere. The light source; an only small 'n very rough, reflecting an old look, a light lamp throwing faded yellowish light out of it on the grey stone paved dark street, making things come to the sight, a bit.

Paul jumps out of his room's narrow window and within some moves of the clock's needle, lands on the lush velvety grass lawn. Throws his secondhand, recently purchased skateboard from the garage sale that he thinks was overprice, on the earth and starts to push his mass through the Vans (sneakers) worn foot, keeping the other one stuck on the board, and gets into the movement next second.

The only thing running through his mind was: "Paul, what if you got caught skating at this time by Dad? What if those bullies got you again?".

Yet another voice from nowhere was saying: "Get going you dumb Paul, how can dad be here? Guard's sleeping madly for sure...".

Listening to the heart he started skating towards the exit of his society. Little ice was being dropped by the sky, which was making the guy feel a little afraid because of the sudden drops on his body. The street soon was wet and icy.

After a while, Paul felt tired and decided to get relaxed and rest for a couple of minutes and then get back to the hostel room.

He saw a big bench next to where he stopped, in front of a big black old structured house. Paul got himself seated and puts the skateboard down on the grass just next to his shoe when a hefty hand rested on his right shoulder from his back in the darkish street with little light it has from the

This made his heart jump up to his throat. A bizarre voice began to hit his eardrums: "Nice skateboard Paul!".

Paul got the courage and moved back but found no one and heard nothing.