By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
The little girl stood beside her babysitter, at the window. They were peeping out the blinds into the night. The babysitter pointed across the street to a big bush under the nightlight.
There! She told the little girl, and boy she was babysitting to look there! There were two, big men hiding behind the bush ... they were watching the house.
The little girl felt fear ... she didn't understand what was happening ... but, she knew it was bad. The babysitter was talking in a hushed voice ... it trembled. Tears began rolling down her little cheeks.
The men rose up from behind the bushes, ran into the dark. They couldn't be seen any longer. The babysitter grabbed both children by the hand, ran to the front door. They stood there ....
There was a horrible crash ... the basement door was being smashed open. The babysitter unlocked the door, pulled the two children out into the dark. They began to run up the street. No one made a sound.
They turned the corner, ran down that street until the babysitter came to her yard. They quickly ran up steps onto the porch. She opened the front door, got the children inside, locked the door behind them.
The little girl stood there in the brightly lit room. She had never felt so safe.
The two men were never caught. For the remainder of the time, the little girl lived in the house ... she never went into the basement again. When she tried to enter the door ... all she could see was scary darkness. She grew up afraid of the dark ... she always went toward the light.
Photo/Story Credit belongs, is owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka &grannygee
I am not too crazy about the dark either! My great grandson is afraid of the dark as well. Like you----I always go toward the light! Love, Ms. Nancy
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