only thing that really scared me was a dream I kept having and still but rarely have it....I cant really describe it but when I think about it I can just see it. my old house was in a bad neighborhood and I would always have nightmares about me going outside my house and everything was dark and zomby-like and there was dead bodies and blood everywhere and the light above my door had a dead baby hanging from it by a rope around its neck(part I remember most) and after the first time I had that nightmare later on that year my dad and I were in the back yard and he was building me a tree house sort of thing and I was sitting on the frame and our neighbor(bums) came running from the alley and ran into his house and I was like WTF and then a big guy that looked like the Big Show from wrestling wearing a drench coat pulled out a gun and I told my dad and we went to the basement and he called the police and they arrested him and another time that year someone was stabbed like 4 houses down on the corner of the block and ANOTHER time that year (I was at my mommies house(they were split up) but my daddy was home) and he works early in the morning and he woke up from a gunshot and he couldnt go to work because he couldnt leave the block as someone was shot next door in the house with the 1st incodent and he almost got fired but yeah... we moved but my dad really liked the house but not the neighbor hood so he bought it and now we own it but live somewhere else
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