You’re lounging on your sofa, engrossed in a book. Suddenly, you feel a light touch on the back of your neck. What’s the scariest thing that could happen in your country?
You’re lounging on your sofa, engrossed in a book. Suddenly, you feel a light touch on the back of your neck. What’s the scariest thing that could happen in your country?
As I sit on my sofa, engrossed in my book, that sudden brush against my neck sends a chill down my spine. In my country, the worst thing that could happen would be something sinister lurking in the shadows—perhaps a dangerous creature or an unexpected intruder. It could be a snake slithering down from the trees or even a bold thief taking advantage of a moment of distraction. The thought of an unseen threat makes the cozy atmosphere of my home feel suddenly vulnerable. But then I realize it could just be a breeze or the cat getting a little too curious. Either way, I can’t shake the unease as I glance over my shoulder, hoping to reassure myself that all is well. What’s the worst that could happen in your country?