One day, my parents were going out for a walk, and mom told me to put the clothes on the hangers, which were in the terrace. I agreed to do it, but mom told me, go now, because it would get dark pretty soon, and she probably knew that I would get scared easily. I said ok, and they left. I was home with my aunt, her 1 year old daughter and my grandma. A while passed, and I still didn’t go tothe terrace. Idecided to go, because if mom would come home, and see the clothes, she would bepretty mad. So I took the keys for the terrace door, the clothes, and started going upstairs. The door of the terrace, let me easily see, that it got pretty dark. I wanted to return home, and to get my aunt to go with me too, but her little daughter was ill, so I just got to the terrace. While putting the clothes on the hanger, I was SO paranoid, and I knew that was not ok. But still continued to do it. I acted like someone was with me, and I was chatting with him, but it didn’t help. I didn’t know if 5 seconds literally passed, and I heard a girl’s laugh. But it wasn’t possible, cause I didn’t heard any other noise, like someone coming out of the elevator, or anyone opening their door. I stayed still for a moment and heard that horrific laugh, but this time way more near than the last time. I grabbed the clothes’ bin, the keys and rushed back to the way home. But I had to close the door, and my hands were literally shaking. I stood a moment before I entered the house, to get on my breath, but I saw that it was impossible. So I just got home, and waited till mom got home, and told her everything.
Even today when I go to the terrace, that laugh still haunts me. I wonder what could happen if I wouldn’t run.
And that’s how darkness became my phobia.