A short story I wrote. Sorry for the gramatical mistakes
Mom says I'm enough older to use the bathroom alone.
I'm 6 years old but I dont want to do it alone, there is a big and old man watching me behind the door.
He always whispers me weird words: India, whiskey, alfa, november, tango, yankee, oscar, uniform.
Mom doesn't believe me, even when I scream that there is a man behind the door.
One day I listen the man talking to me with a deep and creepy voice, he said: "Now you are mine"
I ran out of the bathroom and called my mommy; Mom arrives and checks the bathroom, there is no one,
She says that I can't do this anymore, she was tired