Stolen scrap gold
I was starting to think that I would have no other way out but to spend the night in the street. It was a deserted district, with nothing but old factories and parks. Then I saw the building. It was big enough to be a family house, so I came nearer in hope that the people would put me up. To my relief, the building turned out to be a hotel. I checked in as soon as possible. The gloomy receptionist gave me the key to a room on the first floor. The hotel was so quiet that I thought that I was the only guest. I entered my room and locked the door behind me. I unpacked my bag and hid the wooden box with my scrap gold under the bed. Although I was probably safe in a place like that, I didn"t want to risk leaving it somewhere outside. I finally took a long hot bath and went to bed. A strange sound woke me up in the middle of the night. I opened my eyes but did not dare to move. There was someone in the room, I was sure of that. I slowly reached for my bag and took a knife from it. When I was sure I was holding it firmly, I switched on the lamp. I only saw somebody disappearing quickly behind the window and then I heard the person hit the ground. I looked out of the window and saw a solitary figure, dressed in black, running away with my box full of scrap gold.