Neighbourhood gunning

Date: 7/21/2016

There was a man holding a gun outside our neighborhood. Probably two or three houses away from us. He was a maniac, laughing loudly each time a body hit the floor, each time he shot out. I was in our house, upstairs. The officers called us and advised us to turn off all the lights, to make it seem as if we weren't home. The houses around us also heard the news and did the same. For a long time we stayed like that. Upstairs, in the dark. The man outside moved closer. To another house. This house had a jumper on the front yard. With a banner that read "Welcome home!" on the porch. There were kids inside that jumper. Like eleven in total. Almost no other adults outside besides the scary man with the gun. I could see them. From the windows upstairs. They were only a few years younger than I was. Between the ages of at least 3 and 10. The oldest did their best to keep the younger ones quiet. Their hands were wrapped tightly around their mouths. Their eyes were closed shut as if keeping them that way would help them escape reality for once. The scary man let out a breathy laugh and his bloodshot eyes looked directly at me. It's like all this time I've been staring at the kids inside the jumper, the man with the gun was staring at me. I could make out every stumble on his unshaven chin, every vein popping out of his neck, and every strand of dirty long hair covering his face. I could imagine what his stanky breath would smell like. Blood. After that I woke up... /: