Our house had a storeroom. It was always dark and cold there. No one wanted to stay there alone. When my father was angry, he would lock me in there at night. I would light matches until the fire burned my fingers.
I will always be afraid of the dark.
Our house had a storeroom. It was always dark and cold there. No one wanted to stay there alone. When my father was angry, he would lock me in there at night. I would light matches until the fire burned my fingers.
I will always be afraid of the dark.