Paranoia
My dad, my mom and I were at this house. It wasn't the house that we have now but I also don't think it was totally our house. But we lived there for the moment. We left to go do something and when we came back we found the garage slightly open. My mom says its weird because it wasn't like that when we left. My dad said it was half open and it dosn't close all the way. My mom whispers to me that he dosn't know what he's talking about. So my mom and I get all paranoid, I grab a huge knife and she grabs a hammer, then sees a hatchet and picks that up.
We go through the house and (I didn't notice) but she turns into a young friend of mine. We hear the door bell ringing and it's some guy. Hes knocking on the door hard and quick. My dad goes to the door and opens it. The man says he's there to get some numbers for registration of the house? He asks if he can come in and he looks like he's in a hurry but my dad says he dosn't have to come in to get some numbers. The man leaves.
Then my friend and I go in the other garage and see a lady walking her dog/child? I say we should watch out for her since we don't know who is going to come and get us. She looks at us weirdly and somehow we begin talking but she isn't any of the bad guys. We go inside and start getting attacked by these gangs from outside our house. The are trying to get in so we lock all the doors and try to get our shoes on. I can't find my shoes because its really really dark inside all of a sudden. My friend says he forgot something and he runs, slips and open the wrong door to the garage. The gang had busted through the garage so they get inside and grab him. I try to run outside but my friend grabs my leg and I can't escape.
Dangerours Camping
I am at a boy scout campout and we are digging some sort of fort, either in the snow or in the dirt. We all have pistols or at least the older scouts. This stupid kid S, he's shooting at everything and shooting very close to people when he's giving orders so I tell him to stop.
Then I go dig somemore and the hole turns into a sewer/warehouse. My gun flies out of my hands and into some mouse trap or something. Another kid comes in and helps we get the gun back. We open up this fence/grate and theres a pile of saw dust and we think my guns under that but its a whole bunch ot tiny white mice. I see my gun, grab it and we start to run away thinking the mice are going to get us.
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