The house was small, two stories high, located in the middle of the street. A baker and a locksmith were working in front of it. They were giving me strange looks, which frightened me. I tried asking them questions, but they refused to talk. I felt uneasy about their behavior.I just tried to ignore it in these situations, that's the best thing you can do. I knocked on the door the first time - the second time - the third time, and there was no answer. While I was waiting, I heard the voice of someone coming from behind the door. He was walking slowly and opened the door smoothly. He asked me who I was, and I told him!
Aren't you waiting for anyone?
He chuckled slightly and said ( to be continued)