Cross road to home. In a two way streets of confusing. One sign is left and the other right. I don’t know what to do. These woods are dark and scary. I see nothing but animals growing eyes. And the second is nothing but the little white dot. I play a game like kids do. My hands point the left side first. I drive into the left road. It’s getting darker and no street lights. Those eyes was unwelcome. I can’t turn back because it’s too late. I shake and speeding my car. On till I ran off the cliff. In the accident my car crash. I died on the wrong side of the road. Don’t trust the crossroad. That’s short cut is a liar.
