One faithful day when I was 6 years old, I was walking down an empty street alone, scared and shivering- all I wanted was to get home safely.

Suddenly, I saw a short greenish evil-looking man appear from nowhere. I had my eyes focused on the road so I could swear there was not a single soul out there until this man showed up.

When I looked into his face, he laughed hysterically and I almost froze. I didn't know if I should run or act like all is well. Something occurred to me and I remembered the nicest thing I could do was greet him.

"Good evening sir." I knelt down and greeted. He looked straight into my eyes and fear gripped me so much I thought I peed on my body. Immediately, I turned and ran as fast I could, but heard several footsteps coming behind me and when I managed to look behind- I saw only the evil man.

When I looked again, I saw many evil men on my heels. I was so afraid I chanted Blood of Jesus! Blood of Jesus! This I learnt to do from my school teachers on the assembly ground whenever I was in trouble and believed it protects me so I kept chanting.

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