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I was with my mom, dad, and my fiance. We discovered that my mom had been killing people. My mom couldn't stop. She would torture them and give them pills. My fiance and I didn't support the killings, but did not immediately try to stop her. We then saw a guy lying on the floor outside of my mom's house as we were leaving my parent's house with my mom and dad. The guy was unconcious and my mom dragged him into the house and hid his body. He was not dead yet. My fiance and I went back into the house to try to figure out something to do, but left they guy laying there to die. We got in the car and my mom was driving, my dad was in the passenger seat. My fiance and I were in the back of the car and I tried to confront my mom, but she became defensive and angry. My dad did not seem concerned about her killing people and did not respond. My mom reached back and grabbed my hand and was attempting to hurt me. I grabbed her to try to get her to let go. We both became very angry. I was mad because she was doing something so awful.

I was with my mom, dad, and my fiance. We discovered that my mom had been killing people. My mom couldn't stop. She would torture them and give them pills. My fiance and I didn't support the killings, but did not immediately try to stop her. We then saw a guy lying on the floor outside of my mom's house as we were leaving my parent's house with my mom and dad. The guy was unconcious and my mom dragged him back into the house and hid his body. He was not dead yet. My fiance and I went back into the house to try to figure out something to do, but left they guy laying there to die. We got in the car and my mom was driving, my dad was in the passenger seat. My fiance and I were in the back of the car and I tried to confront my mom, but she became defensive and angry. My dad did not seem concerned about her killing people and did not respond. My mom reached back and grabbed my hand and was attempting to hurt me. I grabbed her back to try to get her to let go. We both became very angry. I was mad because she was doing something so awful.

I was riding on a cargo freight train through a war-torn area, along with many others. The train was moving so slow that donkeys caring bags and suitcases could walk alongside us at matched speed. We were attacked by guerillas and those on the train with me began fighting back, shooting and pushing those attackers off that tried to jump on the train. I became overwhelmed and felt as if I didn't have the energy to keep fighting. Everything went into slow-motion, and I realized that our attackers are not carrying any weapons and are mere children (ages 10-20). In the trenches alongside the train, I see hundreds of corpses on top of corpses (as if these children were victims of a mass homicide and thrown by the train tracks). I started yelling for everyone to stop fighting these children, but they looked at me as if I were crazy, pushed me to the side, and kept battling. I jumped off the slow-moving train and saw a survivor in the trenches. Upon leaning down to help what appeared to be a severely wounded, malnourished boy of 10-13yrs, I reached to support his head and was startled at the touch of the pus and blood spilling wounds he had. As I was startled, I drew my hand back and his head fell off--only the skin had already grown over this wound, and now I had what was then a badly decomposed body in front of me. Convinced he was alive a moment before, I looked over at his head and was terrified to see that his eyes could still blink and look around--and that his mouth was still moving as if trying to moan. I tried to back up, stand up, anything to get away, but kept slipping on the other corpses. Then this boy's body attempted to stand up. I was terrified beyond belief and finally gained enough ground to stand and run. I looked back and saw his body standing, headless, and with very jerking movements, begin to walk...

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