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The Haunted Streets of Our Locality

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  At this point, I have forgotten many things that have happened to me, but there are things I still remember, and I'd like to share.  When I used to go college, a Man followed me, I do remember his Yellow Helmet specifically, he said something to me, but I didn't quite understood, and I ignored it. I thought maybe I was imagining things. I went to my college on foot, I was in great shape back then. I did see that man again, near my college. But I thought, maybe he had things to do in the market.  Then again, I was coming back from college, and he was following me again, and said things which I absolutely remember, that felt like sharp knives  in my brain, I started shivering when I heard him. He said: " Sit on my di*k ".  It was obvious, I said a lot of things to him, and he hurried and disappeared in one of the streets on his motorbike, and I was shivering all over, due to adrenaline rush . I barely walked to my house that day. After that, I started shrinking...

72 Hours After, My Soul Was Shaken

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I had to conjure up all ghosts of my past, to write this one. That's why it took me so long, to make up my mind. It's one of those memories my brain doesn't let me remember. Due to acute trauma , I suffer from Repressed Memory . I was a school girl back then, after the Earthquake many children decided not to go to school, but I wasn't allowed to skip school. That day I didn't get any bus for school. So I decided to skip school because of obvious reason. As soon as I was leaving for home, I saw a White Car coming towards Me, and it stopped in front of Me, inside it was a Man. It was Suzuki Mehran , and since that day, I hated that model of the Car. The man asked me about where I was going, and he offered me a ride. As a child struggling financially, I was thrilled to ride in a car, and go to school, hoping people will ask me, who dropped me to school, was it my father? So, I sat with that complete stranger, God knows why, and immediately that Man, started fondling me...