Essay: Talk about a frightening experience

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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 himself 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 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.”