It was low and quite almost like a whispered hiss, but she could hear it like it was made for her only. She stopped, and turned around trying to look for a sign, or see if someone was trying to get her attention. There was nobody trying to get her attention, so she kept working toward her intended direction. Something isn’t right she thought, she felt like something was about to happen, but she couldn’t say what.Everything seem okay on the street; people were normally going about their business, but that didn’t stop the feeling of doom she felt.