When the leaves fall of trees; when the wind is a howling wolf; when day is night as fast as a firework, then I know Autumn has come. As we walked along the pavement, it felt lonely and endless. Suddenly I heard rattling in the bushes, I turned around, Â but nothing was there. It was near, really near. Moments later, things calmed down but as the leaves rustled, I sensed a tickle run down the back of my neck. As I looked back I knew that was my last turn ever. In that moment, I realized I had chosen the wrong choice.