The Bell Tower Frequency

was the kid everyone picked on. Daily. They'd trip me in the hallways,

mock my stutter, destroy my lunch. I felt powerless. Then that night happened.

The creature emerged from the woods, massive and hungry. Everyone ran. But I remembered

something my grandpa told me before he died. About the old bell tower.

About sound frequencies. While the town cowered, I climbed that tower with shaking hands. My bullies screamed

for help below. I could've left them. Instead, I rang that bell.

The frequency was unbearable, but the monster shrieked and retreated. Suddenly,

the kids who tormented me called me a hero. Funny how fear changes perspective. I didn't save them