more like a memory that i have kept to myself for a long time. these types of memories are really starting to bother me. anyways, when i was in sixth grade, i was really good friends with this girl named melissa. i was at her house one day, and we heard a gunshot right outside the door. melissas mom ran outside, but melissas aunt came in the door telling us not to go outside. she was splattered with blood. we went out the door. her uncle was on the ground, and you couldnt even see his face because of the gunshot in his head. it was a horrible thing to see. the gun was on the ground, his wife had killed him. actually im not quite sure if that was his wife, it might have been his girlfriend or something, but melissa always referred to her as her aunt. all this happened in her front yard. anyways, she went to jail. shes still there. i went to the funeral, and you could still see where the bullet hole was. i havent told anyone this. i dunno, i guess im still sort of creeped out by it.