This happened to me when I was 15-years-old; it's been a full ten years since this experience took place, but I can never erase the final image of what happened from my memory.
I was on vacation during the summer holidays. After having just given my O-Level examinations, I had an extended break because of the gap between exams and results.
Because of so much free time, my bed time became after dawn and I took to taking long walks in my neighborhood before the sun rose.
I'd grown up in the same area since I was born, so I was familiar with all the alleyways, which I used as shortcuts.
One night, I decided to go out an hour before dawn. As soon as I left my house, I thought I saw someone walking in to one of my favored alleyways. I took a peek into the alley but saw no one.
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On the right side of the alley was a house that had been abandoned for well over a decade, and its windows were always boarded up.
Figuring I'd just imagined it, I went over to my intended destination. After I had my fill with walking, I made my way back toward my house. It was almost time for sunrise.
Unfortunately, I encountered a dog during my walk, and after running away from it, I ended up facing the same alleyway from before.
I saw my house a little distance away; before I could proceed, my sight fell on a man to my left.
He was extremely large; definitely around 6'5, rather obese, with strong arms and a huge frame. Standing next to him, I looked like an easy prey to a massive grisly bear. Needless to say, this man wouldn't need much effort to take anyone out.
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His face, though, wasn't as imposing as his body. It looked harsh, but his eyes were relaxed and the skin around his cheeks weren't hardened, so I didn't have any reason to think he was dangerous.
The man looked winded. Being an unassuming 15-year-old, I asked him if he needed some help. He answered that he had made a mistake walking so far and would need a hand to get up.
I obliged. That was my first mistake.
As soon as I gave the man my hand, he used his other arm to wrap himself around me. I felt uneasy how forward he was.
