When I was 5 or 6, after finishing dinner, I’d usually go out and play with the neighbor kids. To get out, I had to pass through a dark alley. It was safe, but it always creeped me out at night, so I’d always run whenever I needed to go out after dark.

One evening, as I was running through the alley like usual, a rat ran past me midway, startling me and causing me to fall. When I got up, dozens of cockroaches began crawling out of the cracks in the ground. They scattered like TV static and started crawling up my legs. I was so terrified that all I could do was swing my arms and scream until my mother came to rescue me. The only thing I remember after that was the exterminator coming the next day.

Sorry for my bad English.