đđŚAt the age of 67, I decided for the first time to date a man known abroad. I could never have imagined that this date would become a real nightmare and that, a few minutes later, I would flee in terror, away from a mysterious stranger.
At 67, I decided for the first time to travel abroad alone. Before leaving, I made a promise to myself: for a whole week, I would only say âyesâ to life. Yes to the new experiences, to an unknown meal, to the walks, to the new encounters and to everything that, in the past, seemed too bold to me.
After my husbandâs death, I lived long years in myself, until the day my daughter asked me, âMom, when was the last time you did something simply because you wanted to?â
I didn't know what to answer.
From the second day of my trip, I happened to meet a charming man named Michael.
He was about fifty years old and had also lost his wife. Despite our age difference, I remembered the promise I had made to myself: not giving up happiness again for fear of the past.
We chatted for coffee, had breakfast together, took a walk and then spent several wonderful days side by side.
For the first time in a long time, I was no longer lonely. I had the impression that I had finally found someone who understood me without many words.
Last night, Michael invited me to a cozy restaurant and told me with a mysterious smile that he had prepared a little surprise for me.
We had barely entered when a restaurant employee immediately recognized him and greeted him as a regular. I was surprised, because I had made sure I had never been to that establishment.
At that moment, his phone rang. He apologized, told me he'd be back in a few minutes and went out.
It was a few minutes, but I still didn't come back.
A strange restlessness took over me. I decided to go find him and I moved on discreetly.
From the inner courtyard, I heard his voice. I wasn't alone.
I took another step... and I was paralyzed with stupor...
At that moment, I understood that I had made a terrible mistake in trusting a man who was not at all who he intended to be. Paralyzed by fear, I realized that I had put my life in danger of death myself.
I told the rest of my story in the first comment and I sincerely hope to be able to count on your support. And you, what would you have done in my place? Do people 67 really not have the right to be happy? âď¸âď¸!!ď¸!!ď¸đđ
I followed him quietly and soon saw that Michael was with another woman.
They talked for a few minutes, and then he calmly convinced her to follow him behind a little house right next door. Not knowing why, I followed them with all discretion.
What happened next froze my blood. I saw Michael kill that woman in a terrifying cold blood. Because of the accuracy of his gestures, it was evident that it was not the first time.
Terror took hold of me. Trying not to make any noise, I left the yard and ran without looking back directly at the police station.
