Once she asked me, what I was scared of,As I asked her to walk me down to my home.I said nothing, I just don't want to be alone.Alone in this dark and lonely road, with not a single living soul.But time changes, yet again it didn't for me.Again it's dark and lonely and I am alone.I regret not asking mom to come and get me home. As minutes before it was lonely but there was light.Lights as we all have outside our homes.
But suddenly as I step in, it's dark againAnd the battery of my smartphone is dead.If I see a soul walking in the dark and is far, I run.And if not so far, I freeze, I pray hard for him to go afar as I go numb.No, no, no I am not afraid of dead soulsAs I have watched horror movies all night long.Cats and dogs? No, they don't bother you without your fault.I am scared of beings, the living human beings.They are the biggest horror I will ever have, As they can be dreadful at times.
Why? Because I have experienced it at the little age of 8.As I was going back home from the nearby candy store,He approached and asked if I knew the yellow house.I said "I don't know as I don't go much out,But still, I remember one in the next right turn"."Okay, thanks but can you show it to me, as I am new".Without a single thought, I lead him towards that yellow house.
When he held my hand, I didn't bother,The elders are supposed to hold the hand of their daughters.But then he puts his hand inside my top,As if he was looking for something bosom,Which fortunately at that time I didn't get.And he did not stop, he took my handTo his pouchless pocket, into his manhood socket.Unaware of any manly physique, I wonder what is going on? And Why?He rubbed my chest and moved my hand.Until I said " that's the yellow house", and I ran.
I ran fast and hard, I didn't know what that was.But I washed my hands again and again.It felt wrong and it was gross.I just puked and couldn't talk.What to say? How to say? Whom to say? Will I be punished for doing something like that.With all those in mind, I never talked about it to anyone at all.Until I knew it wasn't my fault, and it was not any time soon,With many years, of unreasonable and groundless hate,For myself for walking in the dark all solely so late.Even after a decade and a half later it scares me and bothers.
But now all I do is thank God, as it could have gone worse.As all the things I hear now, I wonder how will they come out of their horror.I pray a lot, for some memories to be lostAnd more awareness about the subject to be taught.
-miraculously miracle ✨
This was a real incident in the life of someone I know.