You guys are totallly not going to believe this, but i'm going to tell you anyway! On a dark and stormy night, i woke up in the middle of the night, hot with sweat. I had woken up from a bad, bad, bad, bad dream, so i went into the kitchen to get some chicken (becuase that's what i always do whenever i have a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad dream). When suddenly, i heard a scream from outside. I stuck my head out the door to hear it better, and it did it again. I get reallllly freaked out so i went into my mom's bedroom. I told her what i heard, and she said "Does it sound like a lady getting murdered?" I said that it did, and she said "Well than it is a lady getting murdered. Go back to bed." I was really bummed, so i ate more chicken to cure my bummness. I heard it again, and it seemed like it was getting closer and closer. BOOM!! I heard something land on my deck so i went outside. I turned on the deck light and saw... a beaten, bloody, dead woman, lying there with a pale, but bloody face. "Bummer." I said. Then i looked up to see a tall man, (at least 8 feet tall), so i ran as fast as i could into the house. BAZANG! i heard a loud gunshot. my dad had shot the man in the arm. He ran away, into the dark. To this day, i still think he's out there.