Going To The Bathroom
During our first stop, I was desperate to use the bathroom. Without thinking twice, I hopped off the safari jeep and rushed to the restroom on my own. I didn’t even ask Mom for permission—I just couldn’t hold it any longer. I remember being completely alone in the bathroom when, out of nowhere, I heard an unfamiliar voice. It was a man, urgently telling me to leave the bathroom immediately.
Going To The Bathroom
Unexpected Encounter
I had just zipped up and was about to leave the bathroom when he appeared—a man with a rugged, weathered face, standing firmly in the doorway and blocking my path. “Time to go, kid,” he said. His voice was calm, almost unnervingly so, as his hand gripped my arm with a strange mix of restraint and authority. Panic bubbled inside me as I glanced over his shoulder, frantically searching for Mom. She was nowhere to be found. A tight knot of fear coiled in my stomach as he steered me away—not toward the jeep, but deeper into the dense, untamed wilderness. The air was alive with the eerie cries of unseen creatures, their haunting calls echoing through the trees and matching the frantic rhythm of my heart. It was the start of a nightmare I could never have imagined.
Unexpected Encounter
