Hello, ;D
My husband and I were in a room, afraid of a man and fearing him. I told my husband, “It’s nothing, this person can’t get in, the doors are closed, and besides, the keys are on them.” Suddenly, this person was inside; I don’t know how he managed it. A stranger, wearing a torn shirt, stood before us, looking dazed. As we tried to flee, we took refuge behind a round table. I told him, “You don’t scare me, come on,” and then I suddenly grabbed a knife to take him down. I don’t know the place or the room, nor this individual, except for the knife, which was familiar to me.
Friendly
Ladysally
P.S. Not a sound, not a word, not a single move on the part of my husband to defend himself or anything (I was the one defending him) :o