One time there was a white picket fence across the street from where i lived. It always looked weird to me and i do not know why. soon, my mother told me that the guy who built it was registered as a sexual predator toward women. So i went over to look at the fence, and the man came out and asked why was i on his property. So i pushed him away, and he fell. I ran in his house, and hid. he came in and was looking for a knife. I was terrified. trying so hard not to scream of terror so he wouldn't find me and possibly kill me. while i was hiding in the closet,i peeked and he was in the room looking for me, then he went out of the room so i ran and jumped out the back window. For the rest of the week, i was completely safe and nothing happened. Also i felt free from not being watched by the strange man across the street, but one night a whole bunch of federal agents, police, and an ambulance came to his house. so i went over and checked things out. When all of a sudden, a perimedic came out with a body bag. Did someone kill him? Did he commit suicide? All of these questions were left unanswered and i felt at peace knowing that the man across the street was dead, and i didn't have to watch out when going to my grandmother's house. Afraid that he would come and snatch me up and no one would know what would happen.
