Last year I was in Quebec with my friend Julia. It was 2 A.M. on a hot summer morning. We were on the bus and were returning from the Summer Festival of Quebec. In the bus there was a young man who was often looking at us. The man had several tattoos and body piercing. He had green hair and he look very strange and dirty. The bus was more and more empty. After every stop and we ended up alone with him. My friend and I were very scared.
The ambiance was very gloomy. The bus was dark and the temperature was damp. At the end of the trajectory the man got out of the bus at the same place as us. Julia and I took the street to go to her apartment. The man took the same street as us. We were walking faster and faster because he was creeping us out. We decided to change street to see if he would follow us. We were walking on the street behind the apartment. The street was very narrow and the smell was unbearable. The smell wreeked of old rotten garbage. It was very dirty. When we arived in front of the apartment building we heard footsteps coming toward us. Since we knew who was coming in our direction, we ran into the apartment building and we saw the man trough the window. He was walking on the street and He entered into the apartment building as well. Julia and I ran up the stairs so he could not see us. The man just opened the door of his apartment and entered. That is when we realized that he was Julia’s neighbour.
In conclusion, He was just going back home after working all night. So the moral of this story is never judge a book by its cover.