I felt someone is watching us

I felt someone is watching us

A Story by Camel-Man
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our sensors are not five or sixth it is not number of sensors, it is mathimatical

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I and my family (5 human beings) were in Hamburg, Germany and decided to go to Paris by car, and stay there for a week; I think I was 12 years old

Anyways, my family managed to find an apartment for rent

The car trip was really nice, and we arrived to the apartment address safely


Landowner knew we arrived, so she came downstairs

We exchanged greetings and stuff, then she was telling us to get our stuff to the apartment, but my father said we need first to take a look on the apartment see if it suits us, so the landowner said “ok fine”


I remember my Mam said "just let’s take it, we are tired and we are already here so let’s take it" but my father insists saying “let us take a look first on the apartment”


So, we all got out of the car and suddenly I stopped and looked to my left hand side

I felt someone is watching us

I kept looking

With fear and curiosity

There was absolutely nothing, really calm nice area, but I felt there is someone hiding and watching us

I took so long time looking to the same point, till my father came back after he took already some steps upstairs, shouting "why are you standing like this? Come on; let’s go to see the apartment"


I didn't say anything I just went with him upstairs, we saw the apartment, it was nice and we decided to rent it, so my father said "Ok let’s get our stuff from the car"


I went downstairs with my family and I was the first who wanted to go downstairs to see the car.


We found the car window is broken and everything is stolen from the car “everything” including all our passports"

© 2013 Camel-Man


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Camel-Man
ignore grammar problems

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Camel-Man
Camel-Man

Cairo, Egypt



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