WAITING FOR THE SECRETS

" What the hell do you kids think you are doing ?" A dominant voice grunts from somewhere . This voice has power . 

" WHO ARE YOU ?" We voice our own question at the voice .

" It's not the time to ask questions " And then the voice emerges . 

A loomy shadow emerges from the woods . Dressed in complete black ; black shorts , black t-shirt and black floppers a man comes in eye sight . It's hard to guess his age , figure wise he looks no elder than thirty but his brown eyes are deep , hollow deep . The way you would see of a man who has seen more than his age , with deep circles and wrinkled face he looks around sixty years of age . He comes forward and his eyes glint . 

The ground creaked . 

And we all glanced at the big image which was kind of forgotten because of the new guest .