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I spent one whole summer, unable to sleep, when we moved into the house we currently live at. I think I was 9 or 10. I was scared of something. Nowadays, I still can't sleep... but not because I'm scared.
One time, I was hanging out with an ex-girlfriend and we took a walk in the graveyard at night. We were 15. We walked up on about 5 dudes standing in a circle. It looked like they were beating up somebody maybe. We didn't realize they were there (it was an enclosed part of the graveyard, around the mauseleom) until we were pretty close and we heard one of them yell "wHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" It was about midnight. Me and her ran away as fast as we could, I think a few of them chases us... but we got in her car, and left. That was frightening!
One time when I was about 11, some guy tried to pick me up at Wal-Mart. No kidding. Some random guy. I started screaming and fighting him off and I wiggled free, and I ran off and told someone at Wal-Mart and they called the cops. My mom kinda just let me wander around stores, if you were wondering... not after that, though. And no the guy was never caught.
One time I drank 2 bottles of cough syrup and, yeah, I seriously felt like I was going to die. It was fucked up and scary. I think I stopped after that time.
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