"Do you believe in demons?" I asked my mother 12 years ago, when I was only 6.
It took my mother a while to give me an answer, she knew that if she would've said yes back then I would've been really scared, but for my whole life until now, I do believe in them.
Me and my family went for a walk then, in the forest near our house; I am an only child, and I've got one mother and one father, it's quite lonely for me because I have no one to play with, but somehow I did keep myself busy in my free time. As I said, we were in the forest near our house, it was getting dark fast and I wanted to go home. "Mom.. I wanna go home" I told my mom, I was obviously scared. I'm sure she didn't hear. Back then I thought she did and I started walking back home. Alone.
I heard noises from some buses beside me, and I couldn't bear but cry. I lost my parents, and something's gonna eat me alive! I ran away from the buses and tripped. It was chasing me. I almost fainted, it was trauma for life. It kept getting closer, and closer .. and closer.. it was a bear.