Это случилось со мной в детстве. Мы ездили в наш домик в лесу. Мне он казался очень большим и гостеприимным, но справа от дома были кусты, в которых точно увидела что-то необычное и страшное. Поэтому я никогда не выходила на улицу без родителей. Но случилось так, что один из моих мячиков вылетел на улицу и укатился в кусты. Я попросила родителей но мне сказали что я взрослая и справлюсь сама. Я подумала что все не так уж и плохо, и никаких чудовищ не водится у нас рядом с домом. Я вышла на улицу, а там стояла гробовая тишина. Я увидела свой мячик и подбежала, чтобы вытащить его из тех самых густых кустов. Я медленно протянула руку, чтобы схватить мяч, но что-то резко потянуло меня в эти кусты и начало царапать мою руку. Я быстро схватила мячик другой рукой и со слезами от ужаса побежала в дом. Конечно родители не поверили мне, но больше одна я не выходила из дома. It happened to me in childhood. We went to our house in the woods. It seemed to me very large and hospitable, but to the right of the house there were bushes in which I definitely saw something unusual and terrible. So I never went out without my parents. But it so happened that one of my balls flew out into the street and rolled into the bushes. I asked my parents for help, but they told me that I’m an adult and I can handle it myself. I thought that everything was not so bad, and we didn’t have any monsters near our house. I went outside, and there was a deathly silence. I saw my ball and ran to get it out of those very thick bushes. I slowly reached out to grab the ball, but something dramatically pulled me into these bushes and began to scratch my hand. I quickly grabbed the ball with my other hand and, with tears of horror, ran into the house. Of course my parents did not believe me, but I did not leave the house alone.
It happened to me in childhood. We went to our house in the woods. It seemed to me very large and hospitable, but to the right of the house there were bushes in which I definitely saw something unusual and terrible. So I never went out without my parents. But it so happened that one of my balls flew out into the street and rolled into the bushes. I asked my parents for help, but they told me that I’m an adult and I can handle it myself. I thought that everything was not so bad, and we didn’t have any monsters near our house. I went outside, and there was a deathly silence. I saw my ball and ran to get it out of those very thick bushes. I slowly reached out to grab the ball, but something dramatically pulled me into these bushes and began to scratch my hand. I quickly grabbed the ball with my other hand and, with tears of horror, ran into the house. Of course my parents did not believe me, but I did not leave the house alone.