Good Day!
When I was a child, my biggest fear wasn’t the dark or monsters it was the old well behind our house. Everyone in the neighborhood said it was haunted. Some claimed they heard cries coming from it at night; others said a woman once fell in and never came out. I never knew if any of it was true, but I never dared to go near it.
One evening, the ball my friends and I were playing with rolled toward the well. Everyone froze. They all looked at me the youngest and smallest but also the most curious. My heart pounded as I stepped closer, each crunch of gravel under my feet sounding like thunder in my ears. When I finally reached the edge, I peeked in and saw nothing but darkness. Still, I was sure I heard something whisper my name. I screamed and ran back home crying.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. Every creak of the wooden floor, every rustle of the wind against the window sounded like that whisper again. I even refused to use the bathroom because I thought the spirit from the well might come for me. My parents tried to calm me, but nothing worked. For weeks, I avoided that part of the yard completely.
Years later, when I was much older, I finally returned home after being away for school. The well had been sealed up long ago. I stood there for a while, remembering how something so ordinary had once terrified me so deeply. Now I realize that fear often grows from what we don’t understand. It wasn’t the well that was haunted it was my imagination.
That day, I smiled, grateful for how much I’d grown. What once kept me awake at night had become just another story from my childhood one that reminds me how powerful the mind can be when it fills the unknown with shadows.
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