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It was evening and it was time for dinner. I unlocked my door and walked downstairs to only see my mother cooking mash potatoes, green beans, and Salisbury steak. My dad was sitting at the table waiting for dinner to be done while reading the paper. He looked at me and said "Hey boy, have you seen the news? apparently, an old lady was killed yesterday near this area. They said her eyes were sliced up to the point where you couldn't even see them anymore." When my dad said that my body felt unimaginable. A sensation of fear rushed through my blood. I fell to the ground and screamed. I couldn't fathom how terrified I was. I had just seen the lady that was killed the day before? Are you kidding me? My mom looked back at me and said "Josh what's wrong? Why are you screaming?" I told her I had just seen the same woman when I tried to leave for school this morning. They stared at me with disbelief as my dad rose from his chair slapped me clean across my face. He was angry at me for making an outburst and skipping school today. I tried to tell them that I was telling the truth, but they only expressed their anger towards me. Silence took over the house as I struggled to finish my meal. Afterward, I swiftly left the kitchen and rushed back into my room. As torn and flummoxed I was, I attempted to fall asleep.....