If you’re reading this, you probably heard something. That she stopped talking to someone out of nowhere. That she blocked him. Maybe you’re wondering why.
So here it is.
A long time ago, not too far from here lived a girl named Lila who was known for being curious, kind, and just a little bit too trusting.
One afternoon, while walking home from the village school, she went into the woods and saw something odd: a wooden door standing all by itself. No walls, no building, just the door.
It had a note pinned to it:
“Knock once if you want someone to talk to.”
Lila hesitated, but then knocked just once.
The door creaked open, and a voice from the other side called out, “Hey, you. You’re different. I’ve been waiting for someone like you.”
At first, the voice was friendly. Funny, even. It told stories, made jokes, and gave her compliments that made her feel happy on the inside. But slowly things began to change.
The voice started calling her strange names, ones she didn’t like. It asked her to do things she knew weren’t right, things that made her stomach twist. Like stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. And every time she said no, the voice would ask again. Softer. Trickier. Almost like it was a test.
Lila started feeling nervous walking past the door, even when she wasn’t talking to it. She tried to pretend it didn’t bother her. But deep down, something didn’t feel safe.
One day, she overheard whispers in the forest other travelers had gotten stuck behind the door. Some gave away their voices. Others forgot who they were.
That’s when Lila knew.
She walked straight up to the door and said clearly, “I don’t want to talk anymore. This doesn’t feel good.”
The voice tried to argue, but she didn’t wait. She pulled a ribbon from her hair, tied it around the door handle, and whispered a protection spell her grandma had once taught her:
“When I feel wrong, I walk away strong.”
The door sealed shut.
And just like that, Lila left the woods. She never looked back.
The funny thing is, people still talk about the door. They wonder why no one hears the voice anymore. They said Lila was lucky nothing bad had happened to her.
But it wasn’t luck.
It was courage. It was wisdom. It was knowing that her voice mattered more than anything the door could say.
And ever since that day, Lila only knocked on the doors that felt safe to open.
Sometimes people cross lines, and you don’t know how to handle them. Sometimes they treat you like you’re less than what you are. And sometimes the strongest thing you can do is say no more.
She’s proud of the way she handled it. She didn’t scream, She didn’t post about it. She just stepped away. And some people won’t get it. That’s okay.
But we do. And that’s enough for me to know.
