About twenty years ago my mom confided in me about something that happened in our family history.
Back in the 1940's her mother and her mother's sister were living in England where our family originated.
They were acquainted with a young boy who would sometimes stay with them. The family says this kid who was about thirteen or fourteen could have been the model for the Exorcist.
She would beg her mother not to be left alone with is kid. Every time he would come over my Great-Aunt would find an excuse to leave the house.
One summer day it was just the two of them in the house. My Aunt was down in the basement doing something. She reached behind the furnace with her left hand and the bracelet she was wearing became caught on something behind the machinery. Nothing she could do could untangle her arm. She started screaming for help. After a few minutes the young boy poked his head in the basement door.
My Aunt explained her arm was snared behind the furnace and she needed assistance. The boy came over and started examining the situation then he slowly started back up the stairs.
My Aunt shouted "Where are you going? Don't leave me! " The boy seemed not to hear and walked up the stairs. My Aunt watched as he slowly closed the basement door then started back down the stairs.
He came over to my Aunt and started feeling on her trapped arm. "Are you sure you're caught?" He asked. "Yes, I'm sure I'm caught," my Aunt replied.
"Are you really sure you're caught?" He asked again. "Yes, I'm really sure I'm caught," my Aunt replied. She was becoming exasperated.
Then the boy slowly started running his finger under my Aunt's armpit. When she realized what was happening my Aunt who said she was wearing a white, sleeveless, lace blouse started screeching "Ow! Ow! Stop! Stop! But the boy seeing he had the advantage only increased the intensity.
My Aunt started frantically pulling at her arm but she was hopelessly entangled and nothing she did could free herself. She started beating at the kid with her free hand but he simply grabbed her hand trapping her entirely.
My Aunt who was an incredibly beautiful young woman at the time hated to be tickled. Her fiancee at the time (later her husband) would tickle her leaving her in tears. She said it was the worst feeling in the world. And here was this kid who she detested anyway had her at his mercy.
She offered him money or candy but he ignored her pleas and continued the assault. My Aunt screamed for help but the windows and doors were closed and no one could hear her. He would go from her armpits to her sides and back to her armpit. After about fifteen minutes my Aunt said she was heaving and gasping and totally exhausted.
The kid then picked up some kind of wire brush and went down to her feet.
He pulled off the sandals she was wearing and started running that brush in the arch of her feet. My Aunt said she never screamed so loud in her life.
He would trace the lines in her feet and rub that brush between her toes and even picked under her toenails.
Then after a few minutes he went back to her underarm and side. My Aunt said it only lasted close to half and hour but it seemed like an eternity.
By the time it was over my Aunt said she was covered with sweat and totally spent.
Suddenly they heard someone come into the house. The young hooligan quickly freed my Aunt and left the basement.
My Aunt never told her mother what happened and it was years before she told her sister. But she was never alone with that kid if she could help it.
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I shuddered when my mom relayed that story to me. I couldn't imagine being at someone's total mercy like that.
Back in the 1940's her mother and her mother's sister were living in England where our family originated.
They were acquainted with a young boy who would sometimes stay with them. The family says this kid who was about thirteen or fourteen could have been the model for the Exorcist.She would beg her mother not to be left alone with is kid. Every time he would come over my Great-Aunt would find an excuse to leave the house.One summer day it was just the two of them in the house. My Aunt was down in the basement doing something. She reached behind the furnace with her left hand and the bracelet she was wearing became caught on something behind the machinery. Nothing she could do could untangle her arm. She started screaming for help. After a few minutes the young boy poked his head in the basement door.
My Aunt explained her arm was snared behind the furnace and she needed assistance. The boy came over and started examining the situation then he slowly started back up the stairs.
My Aunt shouted "Where are you going? Don't leave me! " The boy seemed not to hear and walked up the stairs. My Aunt watched as he slowly closed the basement door then started back down the stairs.
He came over to my Aunt and started feeling on her trapped arm. "Are you sure you're caught?" He asked. "Yes, I'm sure I'm caught," my Aunt replied.
"Are you really sure you're caught?" He asked again. "Yes, I'm really sure I'm caught," my Aunt replied. She was becoming exasperated.
Then the boy slowly started running his finger under my Aunt's armpit. When she realized what was happening my Aunt who said she was wearing a white, sleeveless, lace blouse started screeching "Ow! Ow! Stop! Stop! But the boy seeing he had the advantage only increased the intensity.
My Aunt started frantically pulling at her arm but she was hopelessly entangled and nothing she did could free herself. She started beating at the kid with her free hand but he simply grabbed her hand trapping her entirely.
My Aunt who was an incredibly beautiful young woman at the time hated to be tickled. Her fiancee at the time (later her husband) would tickle her leaving her in tears. She said it was the worst feeling in the world. And here was this kid who she detested anyway had her at his mercy.
She offered him money or candy but he ignored her pleas and continued the assault. My Aunt screamed for help but the windows and doors were closed and no one could hear her. He would go from her armpits to her sides and back to her armpit. After about fifteen minutes my Aunt said she was heaving and gasping and totally exhausted.
The kid then picked up some kind of wire brush and went down to her feet.
He pulled off the sandals she was wearing and started running that brush in the arch of her feet. My Aunt said she never screamed so loud in her life.
He would trace the lines in her feet and rub that brush between her toes and even picked under her toenails.
Then after a few minutes he went back to her underarm and side. My Aunt said it only lasted close to half and hour but it seemed like an eternity.
By the time it was over my Aunt said she was covered with sweat and totally spent.
Suddenly they heard someone come into the house. The young hooligan quickly freed my Aunt and left the basement.
My Aunt never told her mother what happened and it was years before she told her sister. But she was never alone with that kid if she could help it.
***
I shuddered when my mom relayed that story to me. I couldn't imagine being at someone's total mercy like that.
