This is exactly right.

Hello and welcome to my favorite murder. The minisodes. We read you your stories. Do you want to hear one?

You go first. This is an 80s latchkey kid story and it just goes right into it. It says, I just listened to Gillian's latchkey kid story, and I have one of my own. As a latchkey kid, I was always reminded to never answer the door for anyone. One day while my parents were out, one was at work, the other was car shopping. I was home alone when some men came to the door and started knocking. I looked out my curtain, saw a car I didn't recognize,

and knew I shouldn't answer the door. The knocking grew louder and louder and became intense banging until they finally just broke the door down. I was, of course, terrified and not sure what to do.

I could hear them downstairs rifling through things, and when I heard them start to come up

the stairs, I quickly hid under the bed. One of them came in my room, and I don't really know why he

came to my bedside, but I was sure the thunderous sound of my heart beating when that man's dirty

steel-toed boots were standing inches from my face would give me away. He finally left my room

and my dumb brain said, you should try to see what he looks like for the police. So I crept onto my

bed as he was going the opposite direction down the hall and rounded the corner to the stairs. How he did not

see me, I don't know, and I wasn't able to get a good look at his facial

features either. I crawled back under the bed and waited for them to leave. Finally, they left,

and because call 911 in an emergency had not yet been drilled into my brain, I called the neighbor

who then called the police. You would think this was bad enough, but upon my return to school, I got the dreaded, take this to the office for me, directive.

And I knew full well that my classmates were being talked to about me and the incident.

What?

And then in parentheses, it just says, why did schools do this kind of bullshit anyway?

That's weird.

It says, thank you Butte Creek Elementary School

for giving my tormentors the ammunition that made my life hell from that moment on. The next line

says, I was 11. I struggled with intense nightmares for 20 plus years until I started letting

my dogs sleep with me. And you would be surprised by the number of grown-ass adults who to this

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