She felt a hand coming towards her and touching her on the shoulder. She felt a sudden jolt of electricity and was thrown straight inside the closet where she had hidden before.
Whispers filled the air, this time louder. Your not alone walk with me and touch my hand. I crouched under the tree and hid my face in my lap.
The little boy whose age was just ‘thirteen’, walked past the herd of people gathered in an alleyway, past the bridge. The boy was an orphan, living in a Catholic orphanage