As I was walking down the street, the street lights flickered and created an eerie setting. The moon and the stars, warmly nested in the adorable sky, whose beauty is hunted by the celestial objects. The moonlit doors of the houses were all locked, and was just reflecting back them. It felt as if I was in solitude and the only man alive was me. As I kept heading down towards the path, I was stunned by all the awkward stuff that was going on here. I felt as if somebody was spectating me. There was something going wrong there. The presence of somebody was perceptible.