It was 2014, i was 10 years old at that time my father was always busy with his work so he didn’t get much time to spend with the family.
So i was close to my mother than my father. One day i discovered a old house which said ” warming”. I wanted to know what the house was meant for but it was getting dark so i ran to my home.
Upon reaching home I told my mother about the ancident. ” Did you go inside it?” my mother said me with a scared look. ” No mother, i didn’t go inside” i replied calmly. She was relieved and told me never go there from now on as the house was pretty dangerous and unknown. Later that night i couldn’t sleep because i was curious about knowing the unknown house. It can be scary but for me i think it was a game. One week later, i secretly went there without telling to my mother. As soon as i entered yhe house ” crack” the floor broke and i fell.
3:18 pm, i woke up and found myself into dark room filled with blood. Everywhere i looked was blood whenever we’re opened the book its all blood on the book. A man with a black mask appeared with a hammer and nailed my hands on the wall. I screamed on the top of my voice but he didn’t care. He would torture me in different waus, every day was a new hell for me.
One day a group of armed forces freed me and took me to the hospital. When i was in the hospital. I forgot who i was, i was like a dead than a living beings. After two month when i finally woke up to my senses, i figured out that my mother was the who requested the police to find me. The man who tortured me git executed and I was once again happy daughter to my mom.
That experience was hell but i was only reason that hell existed. If only i had listened to my mother, that wouldn’t have occurred.
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