She felt it before she saw it… something was wrong.
Then suddenly—
He grabbed her forcefully from behind, covering her mouth before she could scream...
He grabbed her forcefully from behind, covering her mouth before she could scream...
Everything went dark.
One night, I had a terrifying nightmare
whose details are still etched in my mind. It revolved around the disappearance of a young girl, walking through a crowd of people like an ant trying to escape between heavy shoes, heading toward her home with a rubber ball, her eyes fixed on the ground as if contemplating the secret of this strange world beneath her feet.
She saw shapes on the sidewalk as if they were moving drawings, alive and breathing, smiling at every strange sight that appeared before her. She was humming softly, in a timid voice dancing on her tongue… but suddenly, without any warning, her body collided with that of a strange man, and she fell to the ground.
The girl raised her head, and as she faced the sun, her bright hazel eyes reflected the light, causing it to blur. She could no longer clearly see the one standing in her way. She tried to focus, but her vision was hazy… until the man grabbed her hand and brushed the dust off her clothes, wearing a sinister smile that concealed evil.
Her pupils returned to normal, and she saw the man's features: a pale, round face with a messy beard, a mix of white and orange, resembling the beards of village elders who smoke pipes. He was thin, frail, and short, trying to appear elegant in both his stance and clothing—a white tuxedo that, however, did not match his dark shoes.
She looked at him in confusion and said, in an innocent tone laced with a hint of defiance:
"Can't you see where you're walking?!"
But he remained silent, keeping that same creepy smile that resembled a lifeless mask.
So she continued, trying to provoke him:
"I think everything you inherited from your father is height… as for intelligence and proper manners, they stayed where they were! I've read many theories that say excessive height is often accompanied by stupidity… and you are a perfect example of that!"
She then turned her face away in disdain and said mockingly:
"Let me pass, you stupid white idiot…"
Suddenly, he grabbed her neck tightly. Rage burst from his eyes, and the veins on his forehead throbbed as if they were about to explode at any moment. His grip tightened, choking her, and she began to cough violently—
"Cough… cough…"
She seized the opportunity and kicked him in a sensitive spot on his body. Then she ran, screaming:
"Mommmm!!!"
She ran, screaming at the top of her voice:
"Mom! Mom!"
The terrified girl ran, her screams tearing through the air, while the eyes of passersby followed her in shock and confusion.
An old woman watching the scene whispered:
"What's wrong with that poor girl, screaming like that?"
A beggar beside her replied in a hoarse voice, as if he recognized her:
"I saw her earlier… what happened to her?"
Meanwhile, a young girl stood watching the scene, whispering to herself:
"That man did something to her!"
At that moment, the man was still following the girl's steps from a distance, watching her carefully without losing sight of her among the passing faces. And the closer she got to her home, the faster his steps became, his eyes stalking her like a hungry hunter.
The girl kept running in fear, wishing she could reach her mother's embrace before anything could catch her… before the hand of evil could seize her.
Meanwhile, the man increased his pace. With every step she took, he drew closer… as if fear itself was pushing him toward her.
Suddenly, the girl stopped. She felt something behind her… She slowly turned, her frightened eyes scanning the faces around her. Yes, he had been there—but she could no longer see him. He had cleverly hidden among the crowd of worshippers leaving the mosque, blending behind them because of his unusual height.
She looked around again, finding no one, and whispered to herself in reassurance:
"Maybe it's just my imagination… nothing more."
She continued walking, falsely comforted… while the man rose from his hiding place and resumed watching her. His head moved left and right, his eyes never losing sight of the target. Only one thought filled his mind:
I will catch her… I will follow her… and I will get what I want.
The girl continued on her way, her small feet playing innocently, unaware that danger was silently creeping behind her. She passed by a small park where a cart selling ice cream stood nearby. The cheerful music coming from it attracted children. She suddenly stopped… then ran toward it.
In a sweet, childlike voice, she said to the vendor:
"I want a vanilla one… with chocolate, please!"
The vendor smiled and prepared what she asked for. She handed him three coins, then left happily, licking her ice cream.
She reached the corner of a deserted street—no people, not even a fly buzzing. Silence dominated the place, and the city suddenly seemed as if it had entered a moment of emptiness. This was the perfect moment for the man… an opportunity that would not come twice.
He rushed toward her with rapid steps, grabbed her forcefully from behind, and covered her mouth with his hand to stop her screams. He lifted her against his chest like a small doll… and the ice cream fell from her hand onto the pavement,
…the ice cream slipped from her hand and melted on the ground,
the only witness to what had just happened.
To be continued...
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