Once upon a night, it was dark and rainy. Like many other people, I was home alone, chilling as one does. That night my family decided to do some late food shopping, see it was near the time for the holidays, and holiday season is wild. I decided to stay home, as I did not want to go. About a good 20-30 minutes later I heard a noise, I thought it was one of my family members, but they had a key, so I did not open the door. Then I heard another sound, I ignored it, and kept doing what I was doing. 

   I was about to go to my room, I wasn’t gonna be a dumb white boy and go see what it was, they get snatched up and die 1st. So, with me being me pretending I didn’t hear that, I thought of ways to smoothly leave the house. I was debating how quickly I could pack so clothes and grab my shoes, or whether I should’ve just run out barefoot to my gramma’s house. See my granny lived down the street, so it was 2–3-minute walk to see her, but before I could I heard another sound. This time I ran, ran like I was chased by a pit. Basically, what I’m saying is, I got the heck on. I ran to my room and slammed the door. I heard footsteps walking towards my door, and it stopped a little before my door. 

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   Later, 3-5 minutes later, after panicking to death think this is the end, time for me to go good-bye. I blanked out then, I can’t remember much after that, all I can remember is hugging my papa, and crying. Telling me it’s gonna be ok. Nonetheless every shopping trip after had me present. 

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