WHEN I FLEW IN MY BEDROOM

It was the time of childhood, I had to go to bed early, alone, without electricity service and in complete darkness in the room that was shared by the family. I was a little scared of the dark, it is common for a child, I didn't know when I fell asleep, nor did I realize when the rest of the family went to bed. Suddenly, I felt that hands with long nails took me by the arms and lifted me near the roof of the house, which is quite high, I could see people sleeping on their beds in the low light that entered from the Street, I couldn't scream or scape from those hands, fear froze me, the scene repeated over and over again for a long time, I don't know precisely when it ended, I never told anybody since adults used to undermine the stories that children told. Now a days I am not sure if it was real or  the product of my imagination added to nightmares, I felt it very real and I learned that children should be listened to, when they tell those stories, you don't know if it could be true.

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