Okay, well...This happened when I was about 9 or 10 years old. I LOVE to write and draw pictures for the stories. I wrote this one about this girl and her mother who were really close and they would always dance together. Well, one night as they were dancing this robber or may I say serial (sp?) killer came in, took her mother, hung her mother and cut her arms and legs off with big knives. (Yeah, I was a grousome (sp?) little kid, and I wish I never drew that story out. Anywho, my freind came over and saw it and told my mom. My mom told me to throw it away and I didn't and put it in a box next to my bed. Bad idea... At 12:00 sharp I woke up to the sound of faint screaming and the box shaking violently. I got freaked out and I got out of bed and looked out the window and I saw... two knives laying outside my window and a rope hanging from the tree. This really freaked me out so I threw the story out and everytime I tell my freinds this they get shivers. Nothing ever happens around my house that much anymore...