I was walking through the deep darkness, and a cold fear was creeping into my bones. Suddenly, I saw a small thatched-roof hut. I quickly stood before it. A single light hung above, flickering rhythmically. The atmosphere felt terrifying and oppressive. I was paralyzed, unable to decide my next move. I was so exhausted and helpless. A thought kept nudging me—should I knock on the door or just leave? Finally, my heart told me to reach for the door. I didn't delay and made a tapping sound.The door was opened from the other side by a small child, appearing no more than six or seven years old.In a strangely thin, high-pitched voice, he asked, "Do you need something?"Stammering, I replied, "Little one, is there no one else in your house?"The child told me, "My grandmother is at home, and no one else." I asked him if he could call his grandmother. He replied, "My grandmother is sleeping. I can't call her."I then asked the child, "Well, little one, can I stay here for a night?"
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