The door was locked, I hit it open, but it would not open, it was locked from the inside as I carefully looked at it. I got the key that was in my bag and opened the door, I saw my house in a mess, there was a smell coming out of my kitchen, someone was cooking in my kitchen.
I remembered that I had closed everywhere and had turned off everything, I was very sure of that.
Fear gripped me, someone had broken into my house.
I was so scared, I walked slowly towards the kitchen side, I got there and saw that it was a man, the man that had given me this house I was staying in, I signed.
Then anger replaced the fear that I felt earlier.
“ What are you doing in my house?" I asked him.
" Your house? Does this place look like somewhere that you paid for? The last time I checked, I paid
