Watching a horror movie as a child is memorable. Fourteen years ago, my parents left me with my older cousins in our house and watched a scary movie together.
On the screen of the television, I can see Powerpuff Girls defeating Mojo Jojo once again. While lying down on the couch with a blanket over me, my cousins stood up and were hiding something. I noticed that they were changing the show. Suddenly, a creepy blue doll appeared holding a knife appeared on the screen. At the climax of the movie, my cousins went out of the house and left me alone inside. Goosebumps climbed all over my body and I couldn't move an inch. After a couple of minutes, they all went back inside while holding their laughter. Loudly, I cried. As my tears crawled down my face, my cousins hugged me and said they were 'sorry'.
I'm not sure if my parents knew about what happened. A 2-year old girl could remember such a horrible thing, also known as a traumatic experience. To my dear cousins, it may be funny for you but it's not for me. I don't want to see that doll ever again.
Tuesday, 19 March 2019
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Thank you for your wonderful feedback Ms Briggs. I will surely proofread my work again next time multiple times before putting it here :)))
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