At the age of five, my family lived in a quiet place where the trees grow all around. Like always, every morning we had to turn on the power source in the corner of the hallways in order to run the water tank on.
Our maid usually to do that, but that day she takes me along and found something that I can’t even imagine at that age.
A horrifying figure appears between the dark woods and staring at us, I still remember how it looks… wrapped in white thread, with a hollow on its face. She grabs me and make a run for it.
That uncanny turd traumatized me for years…
As myself growing up, my family always moved in places, we never stay in one place since my dad’s job requires him to shift places.
Nevertheless, he almost never stays at home with us, made me as a lonely boy without a father figure in my side… Grown as a naughty boy when I was young.
Dad is kind of temper. One night when my dad come home, he got mad with my behavior and lock me in the kitchen and turn the lights off…
I beg him to open the door, but he ignores me. Minutes to minutes he still lock me and I got tired of begging, So I just staring at the window where a glitch of light coming thru the kitchen…
Later I realize that there is something blocking the lights partially, I think I start to hallucinating by seeing a dark shadowy figures outside my window.
But… it was too real for a hallucination, so I screamed and bang the door begging for help. Until I fainted by fears, and stop screaming…
After that night, something is wrong with my sense…
I keep hearing things, seeing things that made me living in hell and nobody is willing to actually helps me. I can’t sleep because I’m afraid to close my eyes, but I’m scared to stay awake.
I can’t face my own fear, terrorize by night. A childhood full of fears…
At the age of seven, I do some expedition to overcome my fears and my anxiety with the darkness and bailed the first chance i get. But later I managed myself a bit longer and regain my bravery with the dark.
For a moment, it comes as a chilling sensation and bone tickling experience with massive pulse of fears to me. It becomes a delightfully fear… Weird, but I kinda like it.
After since, I still roaming in the dark to regain my bravery completely. I learn and discover new things along the way, how to help them or simply messing around intend to say that… “Payback is a bitch!”.
Methamoriaz Journal 