User talk:Dorindaa

When I was about 7 years old, I often went to my cousin's house. He always somehow ended up in some kind of trouble, and i hated it because it always happened just when i come.

That specific year we went out to the local park with his friends. I met some and we hung out and got along. I was sitting on the bench with one of his girl friends and we talked about normal stuff that 7 year olds talk about. He was playing basketball with the guys. Just out of nowhere, he got the idea to go to the old man who lived at the end of the street. I could say, he wasn't very friendly. He hated kids, and never wanted any contact with them. My cousin knew that, but still decided to go and prank him. We walked to the end of the street, and found his house. It honestly looked terrifying, and i got goosebumps just standing in front of it.

His friends looked in the mirror next to his door and didn't see anyone. He decided to knock, and he did. Even if we didn't hear anything or see anything, the man out of nowhere opened the door quickly and he looked terribly mad. I was sitting on the bench in front of the house with my friend, when all of the sudden my cousin came grabbing my hand and screaming at me to get up. I saw all of his friends terrified and running towards the gate, so i got up too and started running. I still didn't know what in the world was happening to me or to anyone. We hid in some kind of basement, tired and still scared. I madly asked him what the heck was happening. And he said whispering in terror: He's coming. Later his friend explained to me that the man is trying to find us. Not even a second passed, and i saw a creepy man on the window of the first floor, looking at us with a scary grin on his face, which time to time turns into a mad serious face. He had a freaking knife in his hand just waiting to hurt us. I was crying my heart out how scared i was. About 15 minutes passed and we started losing him from our sight, and we thought he was finally gone, so we went out to run home. As soon as we came out we realized the man was still here just waiting for us to come out. He ran after us and we ran for our lives. We ran and ran as he screamed threating with his knife: Try to hide kids, but one day i'll find you!.

Ever since that day i still don't go out with him no matter how much he's changed, or how much we've grown. That memory haunts me but i still wonder if he's still alive...

~Dorinda