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My story starts 10 years back. I was only 12 and quite happy. I've loved my age, home, and everything about that moment in time. I had many friends, always being supported, and applauded. It was the morning, close to the afternoon. I was in my backyard helping my dad with day to day chores. It was getting colder and my dad told me to wait for him inside the house. As I decided to follow my father's guidance, I noticed
A man stepped outside; he looked around and went to the back of the house. I decided to forget about it, but still something seemed unsettling. Sometime later I was eating dinner; my dad finally came in to join me and my mother at the table. I was about to finish up my dinner but suddenly I heard the police sirens outside my home. A knock at the door, my dad answered it. A large burly police officer was standing at the entrance of my home. He showed my dad a few pictures and documents which seemed uninteresting and unnecessary. The officer left, and my dad closed the door.
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I came closer and she told me that there was incident last night at our neighbor's house. She told me that someone had broken in through their backyard and killed them. But it seemed that she was leaving out something, I just didn't know what. She drove me to school kissed me goodbye and left. I couldn't concentrate at school; my mind kept wandering back to that van that pulled up to my neighbor's home. I felt as if I somehow could've warned them but I didn't.
Why? I don't
The phone rang three times before someone picked up.
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There was no answer; I could barely hear breathing from the other end. Suddenly I heard my friend John laughing. I looked outside and saw him walking right past the van. As I listened once again to the breathing inside the phone, it suddenly hung up. Then I saw my dad drive up, here to pick me up. I hopped in and pretended that nothing had happened.
The van didn't move. As me and my dad arrived home, I noticed our second car was gone. My father told me that she had gone to her hair salon. I went upstairs to my bedroom to start on my homework. Something caught my line of sight. I saw a car driving up beside my driveway. It was the
I decided to call the police, for it was the only logical solution for me at that moment. I tried it 9-1-1. No answer. I was confused. How could the police not pick up their phone? Then I realized that our lights and phones were cut off. I figured it out by trying to turn on the light in my room, I flipped the switch and nothing changed. I made sure every door was locked. I decided to get some sleep and hope my dad would come back from wherever he went. It was a long time before I woke up, I heard something. I got up.
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I looked through my blinds and the van is still there. And I notice no one is inside it. A door opened on the bottom floor, sounded like it was coming from my backyard. I hid underneath my bed; it was barely big enough to let me squeeze inside. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs headed for my room. Large boots were pounding the floors. I looked through the small crevice between the cracks in the wood of the bed frame. It was someone very large. I felt nervous, even horrified. I was probably as scared as a man waiting for his execution. Because I thought I was going to die. There was no way out.
He left the room and picked up something and lifted it onto one of his shoulders. It looked like something was inside of
I felt a cutting sensation on my arm. "HELP ME!" I wailed. The man remained silent. The police broke through the door, I heard a gunshot, and the man fell limp. He was
I looked down and saw I was wearing a straight jacket. The only thoughts that were rushing to my mind were, why? I saw an entrance; it too was surrounded by foam. I heard something on the outside, someone coming down a hallway, or maybe it was a corridor, I wasn't sure. I heard an unlocking sound, and the door opened, I saw two men in white lab coats.
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"Tim, do you know why you're here son?" he asked me.
"No, no I don'
"Well I don't believe you remember this, but you are a mental patient at this here insane asylum. You have a mental condition, in which allows your brain to recreate events that never existed. In your case it would be, from what you told me a large man. You have told me you see this van, everywhere you would look," he continued. "You have been here for 5 years. This isn't the first time I've explained this to you." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was scared, speechless.
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