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Ones mind can be a scary thing, and for the last month I have had constant nightmares about my childhood. But things changed last week when I had another dream...

I'm near my grandparents house in Vinton, Va, in the woods. It is night and the moonlight is all I have to guide me back to the house. When I get to the edge of the woods my Uncle Charles is at his window looking out with his spot light for deer as he frequently does. He stops, and the yellow-white light rest upon me, he gets his gun by the window and shoots at me.

I jump and run back into the woods. Now it is raining and my clothes are soaked, I stop at the stream my mom crosses when she and my uncle look for Morals (a type of mushroom). I peer down at myself, I look as I always do: Long black hair and silver rimmed glasses. I start to turn around and there is a seering white hot pain that shoots through my side.

I fall to the ground, blood everywhere. I hear foot steps and I look up to find my Uncle over top of me with his rifle pointed at my forehead. He says before he kills me:

"How dare you! You murderous Wolven piece of trash, you killed my Nephew!"

After he shoots me in my head, my eyes stop and rest on the opposite side of the stream, I see a Teenage Boy with Long black hair and Silver rimmed glasses. The boy is me! My eyes are Glazed over and my throat bitten and gashed showing white bone. After this, My Uncle walks away laughing...and then I wake up.