A Mysterious Bracelet

A Mysterious Bracelet It was a cold and gloomy Saturday evening. The clouds were a deep shade of grey and the sky looked like it was about to release a bucket load of rain. On the horizon, lightning flashed, and a moment later a soft rain began to fall. The trees lining the path, heavy with leaves, rustled in the breeze as thunder echoed. As I watched, the rain intensified into a steady downpour, falling diagonally from the sky. Thunder exploded overhead, and the rain began coming down in sheets. I could see the rain blowing onto the saw dust covered floor, forming wide puddles in the dirt. A few feet away, the storm seemed to be reaching its climax as another sheet of rain broke from the clouds. “Hello, and welcome to Barry’s watch shop. How may I help you?” asked the man on the telephone. “Hi, may I please know whether my watch is ready, my name is Clarissa and I was there two days ago.” The man on the telephone cleared his throat, “Yes, your watch is repaired; you can pick it up now.” I hung up the phone and grabbed my khaki trench coat, an umbrella, my Ipod and headphones, my keys and my purse. I slammed the front door and started to walk towards the watch shop. The air was beginning to cool. The street was dark and quiet. I looked at the houses and realised that I couldn’t see any lights on in any of them. I continued to let my legs guide my directions. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a light from an apartment shining through the navy blue curtains of the window. “Click, clack, click,” I thought I heard footsteps. Whoosh! I turned around and no one was there. “I’m being paranoid. Why would anyone follow me?” I thought to myself. I had an eerie feeling about those footsteps. Something wasn’t right. I smelt a strong French perfume that intoxicated the air. I turned into the main street. I stumbled over a crack in the ground but continued walking, a bit embarrassed. “Excuse me, miss. I think you dropped this,” said a woman’s voice with a quite