![]() I ran to catch him, but I saw a little white monkey with a red face, long white hair, and it had funny looking fingers. He said, "I thought, Va ran behind the garbage tin. This is what my friends saw: Cheng, he went to the back car parking lot because he thought he saw Va run that way. In fact, I think that was the last time I've ever wanted to play hide and seek. We stopped playing hide and seek in the evening and at night. The next day I yelled at Cheng why it took him so long? That's when he shared what he saw. Then I felt someone grab my arm and said, "Didn't I tell you to come inside and eat?" My mom, my hero, hulled me inside, but I never let my eyes drift from my hiding spot and just like that, it vanished. I still couldn't move, and I could still see its grin getting wider. To my surprise, just because my mom came out, didn't help. ![]() It must have worked because my mom came out of our apartment and shouted, "Why are you yelling for help? I told you to stop playing with your friends at night. I yelled from the top of my lungs, "Mom!!! Help me!!!" in Hmong. I did what every kid would have done, screamed like my life depended on it. My legs couldn't move, and my breath was getting shorter. It looked as if it was actually smiling at me. The laughter had stopped, but by my hiding spot 40 feet away stood a shadow about 4 feet tall with small little red eyes. The moment I came face to face with it was a moment I could never forget. When the giggle behind me started to sound like laughter as it was slowly getting closer, I found what little strength I had left and fought to turn around. I thought, how the heck is that possible? If it was Cheng, I would have seen him run pass me. I felt weak, and time, for a moment, seemed like it stood still. The second thought "What the hell?" and as soon as that thought went through my head, the laughter switched. "Shoot" was the first thought that went through my head. I shouted "When I catch you Cheng, I'm going to kick your butt!" but when I got there, nothing. My fear subsided, and my anger took me running toward the laughter. Then I heard a low laughter from behind the laundry building. Well, I'll fucken scare him.Īs the last "Meow" came from around the bush, I jumped out and yelled "Found me!" but, to my surprise, there was no one there, and the "Meow" stopped. Cheng found me," but I kept quiet, still hearing it slowly getting closer repeating the word "Meow" each time it got closer. I knew it wasn't a real cat because it sound like a sarcastic "Meow." I thought to myself, "Awe man. It was the sound ,"Meow." This time it sounded like it was in my mom's garden making its way closer to the bush. ![]() I knew it wasn't someone doing their laundry because it closed at 5, but I quickly brushed it off with the thought that I live in apartments, and it could have been anything, so I slid back into the bush and waited for Cheng. I asked myself, "Did someone get hurt?" and leaned forward from my hiding spot to check. I was standing for what seemed like a very long time when I heard a low cry from where the laundry building was at. I thought to myself, "Cheng won't find me there, and if he did, the laundry building will distract him because it looked like a better place to hide, and I can then make a run for home base." But I was never prepared to see who was actually seeking me.Īs I made my way to my hiding spot, I thought to myself, maybe I should stand and not crouch so Cheng won't see me. I knew the perfect place to hide, the tall bush in my mom's tiny garden by my apartment. Once the counting started, we ran in different directions. ![]() Cheng was "it." We told him to count to up to 50 so that way we had enough time to hide. We all of course played, "Rock, paper and scissors" to see who would hide and who would seek. My friends: Cheng, Va, Mai, See, Lou, Tong and I,thought it would be fun to play hide and seek because it would be harder for the person who is "it" to find us. The other player showed itself to me while we were playing. My friends and I were playing hide and seek in the evening. But for now, I will share my experience and give you an insight of what my friends saw because only they could describe their own experience. If you have ever lived at 1715 West Clinton Avenue Apartments, you have your own experience to share. ![]()
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