This always makes me pray for at least 60 years of life. I was playing with my little sister out on my backyard, probably volleyball. I spun around many times while playing, (don't know why) and got dizzy, so it might have been dizziness. I grabbed the volleyball when it was out of bounds, and looked up to see a dark figure with an axe, across the street, looking at me and my sister. I immediately bolted to my house door and told my parents about it. My dad, of course, didn't believe me, and neither did my mom but she seemed concerned. She looked outside and told me it was probably dizziness, and I was dehydrated. I stayed in for the rest of that damn day and decided to be more careful in my life.
