Duck, Duck, Run!
My older brother and I were once playing in a cemetery in a small Texas town. The cemetery sat next to some railroad tracks which led into an unfamiliar part of town. It’s a huge cemetery and there was no one around. Then, we suddenly heard these little popping sounds, and pieces of the headstones began flying off around us.
We looked toward the railroad tracks and, off in the distance, there was an old man shooting at us. So scary.
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