Kidnapped As A Kid!When I was seven years old, my folks went out into the neighborhood house-hunting. My older brother was supposed to be the babysitter, unfortunately, he didn't manage to do such a good job. I went into the front of our house at the time looking for something to do and my neighbor from three houses down just happened to be walking infront of our house. Although he has a 17 year old Mongoloid, our families had quite a bit of family gatherings with his family.
He asked if I wanted cookies and juice to which I accepted. He said he had them at his house so I went with him three houses down to his mother's house. After we got inside, he bolted all the doors and closed all the window shades. He told me that there were no cookies to be had and grabbed my arm and took me up to his room. Right after we stepped foot in his room, I was punched in the face by this man and then subsequently thrown into a closet with the lights turned off. After holding the door shut for some time, he opened it and had a metal coat hanger in his hand. He tore off my shirt while I was crying and beat me to a pulp not only with the metal coat hanger, but also with the curtain rod. This continued for about another 3 hours of what seems to me of pure torture. The windows in the early 80's were specialty windows where you needed a special key to open and close them. I was locked in the room overnight and the next morning, he came in for Round 2. There was blood all over the bed, blood on the walls, a deep cut above my eye, welts on my back and arms and a feeling of general malaise in my stomach.
After Round 2, he opened the window and barked at me like I was a dog and asked "do you want to go home? do you? do you?" to which I naturally replied (and pleaded) yes. He said "go ahead" and flung open the window. I put my head out the window slowly all the while looking at him with suspicious eyes. After my head was out the window, the slammed the window shut. Fortunately I had my tennis shoe to block the blunt force of the window crashing on my head. He asked me again if I wanted to go home to which I replied again a simple yes. This time however, our real babysitter - who was on Spring Break - just happened to be riding by on her bicycle. I screamed and screamed until I had no energy left, not knowing whether or not she heard me. As this was happening, I was punched in the back of the head and was knocked unconscious.
When I awoke, I found myself in the dark attic of the two story home with my wrists duct taped behind my back, my mouth duct taped shut and in serious pain. To his dismay, my babysitter in fact saw the situation and the cops and firemen ax'ed down the front door and I was found in the attic crying hysterically. He was subsequently arrested, but released three days later due to his condition coupled with the fact that my parents opted not to press charges.
Upon his arrival back to his house and his mother notifying us that he was in fact home, my mother literally forced me to go BACK to their house to give him Hostess Cupcakes! I was literally pulled over there kicking and screaming the whole way.
Although this may sound quite ominous in nature, it was absolutely the best thing that could have happened to me as my mother forced me to confront the monster in my midst. To this day, I am thankful that she did that because she knew that I was protected and that he would never do that to me again.
Johnny died exactly one year to the day of my kidnapping. I have no ill will towards him nor his family and I still regularly visit his mother in the very same house with zero reservations of going there whatsoever.
Thank you for reading and remember that great things can come out of the most dire of circumstances.