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I WAS WALKING HOME, lost in feeling sorry for myself- my dad was dead, my mom in rehab, my boyfriend missing- when I saw the bat lady for the first time. I had heard the rumors, of course. The bat lady supposedly lived alone in a dilapidated house on the corner of Clayton Road. You know the one. I stood in front of it now. The worn green paint was shedding like an old dog. The once-solid concrete walk was cracked into dime-sized fragments. The uncut lawn had dandelions tall enough for the adult rides at six flags. The bat lady was said to be a hundred years old and only came out at night, and if some poor child hadn't made it home from a play date or practice at the Little League field before nightfall- if he or she risked walking home in the dark instead of getting a ride, or was maybe crazy enough to cut through her front yard the Bat Lady got you. I got home and it was time for dinner. My uncle had made some spaghetti and meatballs. I went to go take a shower and as soon as I got out I went to go eat. Then I went to bed and watched TV. I finally fell asleep. 4:25 I woke up to the sounds of *thump* *thump* *thump* coming up the stairs. I tried to convince myself that it was just my uncle. I tried going to sleep and I couldn't because I heard my door creak open and I saw a shadow. It was tall and long. So I got up to see if someone was out there and no one was. So I shut the door and went back to my bed and felt a warm body breathing on me. I heard a whisper and it was saying "Get out of my bed" I screamed and then I got up and ran to the door to get my uncle and he was laying in bed with blood dripping on him. He said "GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE NOW!" So I ran out of the the house and ran to the neighbors house and heard screaming so I went to check it out and I was dead before I got to see anything.