17. Better A Baker Than A Butcher
When I was very young, less than four, I was afraid of going to the bathroom alone because I thought there was an old man in it with a baker’s hat. I still remember his face. One night, I was forced by my mother to go alone and be brave and, I swear, there he was just standing there. I froze in fear and then I remember running back.
I ran into my mother who was just standing there with a weird look on her face. All she said was, “See, I told you it’s nothing to be afraid of,” in a shaky voice and she pulled me away from there. I think she saw him but couldn’t process it herself.