User:Heyson

Do you still have Memories of your Childhood? Of course you do, everybody remembers Birthday presents, Christmas Mornings, Family vacations, in other Words: special days that filled your early life with joy and fun. Feelings that every Kid should experience as they grow older and become the Characters they are when they develop into adult human beeings. But there are so many things buried in the dephts of your mind, plenty of days and hours that you just forgot because it was just one in a million ordinary days. Wake up, Morning routine, school, playing with friends.... Why is it, that you can't think of what happened on June 13 1997 at 3 pm or any other day and time? Because the human brain is incapable of allowing you to relive every second you have ever experienced. Nevertheless, some think, it is still there, hidden somewhere and usually never to be thought of again. But Sometimes this wobbly grey mass in your skull just needs a trigger to bring back those memories. A certain smell or Picture for example that suddenly allows you to bring up the stored Data.

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I know exactly what happened to me on December 15 in 1991. I can retell every second of that particular day, but the reason was not any gift I knew I would get 10 days later which I bagged my Mom and Dad to get me for so long, nor did we have a beautiful day with any Winter activity like sledriding or playing with friends that burned into my mind. It was the day I was kidnapped, nearly raped and probably killed. I was only six years old at the time and my loving Mother went to the Pharmacy with me just to get something for the Cold i caught that Winter. As the Store was located in a big mall, there were plenty of possibilities to let the kids play in built up Gingerbread Houses or other Christmas themed playgrounds. I insisted playing there and left my Mum no choice but leaving me as she went to the Pharmacy. I guess awareness of the dangers leaving your kid even in crowded places like this wasn't as developed as it is nowadays. "I'll be back in 5 minutes and I want no crying or shouting, we leave instantly." she said. Not knowing she wouldn't find me where she left me, she walked away.

The other parents must have thought that it was my Dad who picked me up from the place as they later told the Police that I wasn't screaming, crying or showing any other signs of not wanting to go with the man. But the truth is I was just too perplex. I didn't even realize what was happening and with the innocent mind of a Child my Brain just couldn't comprehend that this person who told me he wants to show me something really cool, would do me any harm. Finally in his car, a rusty old Pontiac, I came to senses again and everything felt terribly wrong. That guy looked like any other fella from next door to me, maybe around 25 or 35 years old from what I could tell back then. When you are as young as I was, you can just diverse between Kids, Adults and old People, and I didn't care anyways, I felt anxious, devistated and I wanted to go back to my Mummy which I told him broken out in Tears. Of course he wouldn't let me go, instead he was threading to kill me instantly if I wouldn't stop crying. He looked directly at me on the backseat whilst driving to tell me that and something in his eyes filled me up with so much fear that I froze. I wasn't able to move, neither to speak anymore. Instead the terror of what would happen next rose in my heart. It was a 2 hour drive and we weren't longer in the heart of the city. It looked more like a suburb, which once was built to attract young families but looked abandoned now. The houses were all pretty far apart, not directly next to each other as I was used to from where we lived. There have been cars on just a few properties and the houses themself looked like there hasn't been done anything in quite a few years.

As it was the cold time of the year, it was already dark in the late afternoon. He dragged me out of the car and pushed me through the door as terrible fear spread more and more through my whole body. He brought me to the basement, a place that I have always been afraid of, which didn't help to calm me down. He told me to pull off my clothes. Fast breathing, near tears I begged him to let me go. He replied with a, to me, horrifiingly calm voice: "Oh my beautiful boy, of course I will let you go. But first we have a little bit of fun together. Off with the clothes or else I'll cut them off your body. Do you want that?" With tear filled Eyes I start to open my Jacket, when suddenly a Man armed with an Axe ran howling into the dim room from the door which has been covered in darkness as there was only a small lightbulb in that room. It all happened so fast that even my tormentor couldn't react. His last impression before he was decaptivated was a baffled look which ousted all the evilness out of his face that made me unable to do anything before. Stunned I stared at the man who just looked at me smiling and with tears in his eyes. "All will be good little fella... He.. This creature won't do you any harm" The Police later found me due to an anonyme call they received from a phone booth near that house. To this day I remember every little detail of this day, every second of the horrific experience but as hard as I try, I just can't remember the face of my savior. He was never found and as I couldn't describe him they just stopped looking for him after a while. That phone call must have been him as well, I reckon. I've spent my youth with finding him but it was impossible. It is just like he disappeared from the surface of the earth. I am 31 years old now and that Memory of beeing abducted, the feeling of helplessness what an adult can do to you when you are just an innocent little kid, plus the picture of a bodyless head staring at me with the same baffled look on his face until the Police came stuck with me all my live. Eventually I got over the trauma and carried on, I tried to live a normal life like everyone else, knowing that other kids havn't been as lucky as I was. I turned out good and nowadays I am a Police Officer trying to prevent things like this from happening and concerning my colleagues I am doing well at my Job. I just wanted to share my Story with you just to show you that even in the most hopeless situations of your life, there might be a guardian who helps you out of the mess you're in. I wish there is somebody saving you or your beloved ones like I've been saved back then. And to my hero: If you read this, thank you for beeing there when I needed you the most. Maybe I will be that special someone for somebody else some day.

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Update:

I am completely shattered. I can't believe what I've just experienced. My whole body is covered in sweat. I had a dream that couldn't have just been a normal dream.

Let me tell you about it: As usual in dreams I was somewhere and I didn't know how I got there. Everything felt unreal but I knew for no particular reason that I was dreaming. Walking down a road, I tried to figure out where I was, but as it was dark night I couldn't tell. Somehow the place felt familiar to me but I didn't know where from. The old houses surrounding me looked like not many people were living there. In one of em, the lights were switched on. Some force was dragging me to that place but I felt uneasy like that house wouldn't have anything nice to offer. This wasn't a good Dream I thought. Coming closer it hits me like a hammer, there's an old rusty Pontiac in the driveway. I knew what this was, why would my subconscious let me relive this terrible day? Still directed by that weird force I opened the door and stepped down the oh so familiar stairs to that place of my worst Memory. My eyes filled up with tears as I walk down but from one second to another the force let go of me. I hear Voices from the other side of the door, a deep and a Kids one, now knewing who was on the other side of that Portal. Pure Anger and Hatred started to control my actions. I didn't even know that men are capable of having those strong feelings in a dream I glanced to the left and opened a closet where I found a Fireaxe. I turned around, opened that door as silent as I could and I hear someone saying: "Oh my beautiful boy, of course I will let you go....."

I remember the face of the man now.