Secrets are important to keep if it does not affect your life, or someone else is in a harmful way. I would know because I have kept a few myself. Some I wish I had never kept. 

I was in 5th grade and I was introduced to a new student through my teacher’s aid who was a piece of work herself. The student she had introduced me to had difficulties communicating and making friends. My teacher’s aid paired us together a lot to do school work and projects outside of school. Well, one of the school projects that was outside of school involved me going to his house. So, his mother and my mother made arrangements to get us together one night after school. 

Well, eventually that night came and I was nervous as hell. I already disliked being around people I did not know or trust. I was dropped off at his house and his mother set us up with the materials to do the school project and then left. I was alone in the house with this new student I barely even knew. He did not want to work on the project. He had other plans. 

The young man asked me if I wanted to play a game and then took off down the stairs into the basement of his home were his room was, but asked me to stay upstairs until he was ready. Well, 10 minutes had gone by and I was still in the kitchen waiting for him. Eventually, I went down to the basement myself where it was dark as hell. I could not see anything. Next, I hear him saying come find me. I however, did not think it was a good idea. Then he ended up saying in the odd tone I will get you. So I began to try to find him in the dark. I still could not. He eventually came up from behind me, had a knife in his hand, put it to my back, and asked me to follow him or he would end me. He was laughing the whole time. I began freezing up with no words or actions. I just did what he said. My mind was in a fog. 

He ended up taking me into this cold room in the basement that was not his room and began playing this odd music that gave me chills. He asked me to remove my clothing. I refused. He put the knife up against me again and asked me again. I still refused. He began laughing and the laugh was so creepy it made me so cold and so scared. He started yelling at me asking why I wasn’t talking or fighting back and why I wasn’t doing what he asked and I couldn’t get a word out of  my mouth.Then he came up behind me again, shook me, and asked if that fazed me yet. I was still frozen in fear.