Unnamed

The old man next door.

I remember when i was younger. I think i was around 8 or 9 years old.

I was scared to go outside, when i saw my nabour from the other side off our street. I imagined that he could eat children my age. He was very scruffy and hardened in his whole appearance.

After my 13th birthday, i was coming home from school. I was wet and feeling a little cold. I had no energy at all.

As i was closing in on my parents, front door.

I could'nt find my keys, in my pocket. I was lokking frantickly and with panic in my eyes. Still no keys.

I was walking very slowly accros the street, and i slowly opened the gate and walked up to my old nabours door, i had no other options. I was wet and cold, starting to feel sick and feverish. I knocked on the door and could hear his footsteps as he came closer and closer. I was about to run, but feeling sick and all made me change my mind.

Hello young man, why are you outside wet like that, Arent you afraid you are getting sick. Son. I didnt get a single word out, i didnt know how to explain my situation.

I forgot my keys on my bedside table. I stuttered. I had to go home earley from school, because i was starting to feel ill.

Now i cant come in and i kneed to lay under a warm blanket. I really dont know what else to do, i am very sorry to bother you like this. Sir. I stuttered.

The old man (James was his name) smiled and open the door fully to let me come inside. He told me to go take a warm shower before he would give me a warm blanket and a cup off warm cocoa. He pointed upstairs and said first door on your right side of the stairs. I will come with a towel and a blanket ,while i dry your clothes.

I was nervous and remember vondering about if the old man was a perverst or just nice?!