The Scream that saved

I’ve been wanting to tell this story for a while now. I go to college in Oklahoma City and learned an aquaintece of mine needed a place to stay. Apparently the shabby place he was living in had been condemned and I knew his parents had died in a car crash a few months prior. He was a really nice guy and I cleared it with my parents, who I still lived with. He really appreciated the offer but initially declined. We were both 22 at the time, but he said he had a little sister who lived with him who was 10 years younger. I again cleared it with my parents and then the guy was happy to move in.

I want to make it clear that I don’t mean this in any sort of incestuous way, but the guy was completely devoted to his sister. He even joked about it, saying that whatever she wanted she got, but she was far from spoiled and never really asked for anything. She always offered to help out around the house and if she asked for something it was stuff like for one of us to drive her and her friends to the mall or to watch cartoons on my friends laptop.

One night we had a family dinner, which ended in a game of cards, which the little sister didn’t know how to play, so she asked to watch cartoons in the living room and fell asleep on the couch. As soon as my friend noticed he popped up and covered her with a blanket. We all chuckled at his attendance to her. Now, at this point he and I had had quite a few beers and were a bit tipsy. He laughed and nodded as he sat back down and then said something that startled us.

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Knocking Out a Burglar

My name is Chris, half Welsh half Hungarian, and I live in London. My cousin, Daniel, half Hungarian half Canadian , lives in a town 40 miles from Toronto, in Canada. Our mothers are two sisters from Hungary, and beacause of them, we are both fluent in Hungarian, and this is an important part of the story.

Every year, we would go to Canada to visit my cousin’s family for a week. This one time, about 10 years ago, when we were 11 and 12 years old, we were left alone playing on my cousin’s brand new Playstation 3 while our parents were out shopping in Toronto.

It was about 7 p.m. and we started hearing strange sounds coming from downstairs. My cousin thought that it was her grandma, bringing us something to eat, but as he looks down the stairs, he looked into the eyes of a 6′ 5” 300 pound man with a baseball bat. He immediately sprinted to his room and told me to get up and run into the bathroom, but he said everything in Hungarian so that the burglar didn’t understand us. We ran into the bathroom, locked it, and tried to think about what we were going to do. The biggest issue was that my phone had no signal in Canada, while his was downstairs in the living room, unless this guy took it.

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