Witness to the murder

Last night when I was returning home, a murder took place in front of my eyes.

When I got off the bus, I heard an argument. I walked around the corner of the building, and saw two guys. One had a gun in his hand. He put the gun to the other guy's head and fired. The guy fell and he shot at him one more time.

I stood stiffly, and then I began to breathe hard.

The killer turned and saw me.

That's when I started running

He didn't follow me, but he could see my face well.

I'm afraid I can't leave the house.