I’m sorry to tell you that this is not a story of love and joy. It is a story that most of you will never be able to understand. The child in this story faces great danger, as well as extreme fear. No one should go through this, yet young Seth was forced to. I have warned you of the severity of this story. I will understand if you decide to turn away. However, if you wish to continue, you may perhaps find something out about yourself along the way.
A little boy of about eight years of age walks down the cracked sidewalk whistling just like he has seen his Father do. His blond hair shimmers in the sun light and his ocean blue eyes sparkle as he examines the candy store a block away. The rainbow color sign swings back and forth in the light wind. The little boy, Seth, picks his feet up a little higher, eager to spend his new five dollars. But, as he starts to pass by a dark alley way, a rough man, bearing a scrubby look, calls out to the boy.
“Hey, kid.” The man says, making Seth stop in his tracks and peer into the dark.
“Who’s there?” Seth asks, unknowingly stepping closer and closer to the hideous man.
“I have candy here with me that I don’t want. Will you please come and take it for me?”
Seth skips into the alley, his mind exuberant now that he realizes he will have even more candy. His small feet splash in the muddy puddles, creating noises that only he, the man, and the street rats can hear. As innocent Seth walks closer to the man with the candy, he starts to wonder whether this is something his Father would do. It doesn’t feel right to him.
“Yeah, I am in the corner, little boy. I can’t walk very well.” The man tells Seth.
“Sir? I can’t quite see you.” Seth squints into the darkness even further this time. Before he can comprehend what is taking place, a bag is thrown over his head, restricting his sight completely now. He begins to scream, crying for his Father. Rough hands fly to his mouth, hitting his nose in the process. Seth kicks as hard as he can, but it is no match for the evil candy man. Warm liquid runs down his face, which Seth knows as blood. The boy cries harder now, not knowing what to do. He wonders why his Father hasn’t come to help him yet. Suddenly, Seth is thrown onto something hard and his head whips back hitting the ground underneath him. He hears a engine roar to life. Frightened, Seth attempts to rip the bag over his head, but it is tied around his throat. Every time he pulls, he looses breath. Seth wails for his Father. But no one will come to help young Seth. No one will ever hear of the little boy again.
I told you in the beginning that this was a horribly sad story. Now, maybe you believe me. However, this is only the beginning. It gets much worse for young Seth. I would advise you to turn back. But, as I have said already, if you finish reading of Seth’s tragic story, you may find something out about yourself in the end.
