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I began to drive through the camp gates, checking traffic as I did so when I heard a loud bang on the front of the car. I immediately slammed on the brakes worried I had hit someone. A man appeared in front of me as though from thin air. Where had he come from? Standing in the middle of the road, he stared menacingly at me, blocking my way. What did he want? When I heard the second bang, I realized it was the sound of this man thumping his fist on the bonnet of Sonia’s car. He stood motionless and stared into my eyes, challenging me. I stared back at him, not liking what I saw. He looked very angry and slightly insane. Was this the man I saw in the cafeteria? It certainly looked like him. I wanted to get out of the car and yell at him, but thought the better of it. He looked dangerous.
He threw his head back and laughed before focusing on me again. “You are mine now,” he said. His thick, well-groomed mustache didn’t cover the snarling lips beneath it. He laughed again. Could this also be the man I saw lurking in the shadows? I immediately locked the car door, but was unable to wind up the window before his face appeared beside me, his disgusting odor seeping into my space. I was too terrified to move. His arm shot through the car window and grabbed my neck.