Creepy Things That Keep Me Up At Night

I know what you're thinking, seven billion people on Earth and I'm upset about one person looking like me? Well, no- it's much creepier than that. When I was in ninth grade, in math class at the end of the year, all the kids were just hanging out and not really doing anything. The kids with phones got an amber alert. I don't have a phone, and didn't at the time, so I just kind of shrugged it off. Some people joked about the alert- like kids do, and my friend clicked it. She gave me a weird look then looked back at her phone. 

"Hey, did you see the Amber Alert?" She asked me. I thought she was trying to prank me- like she normally did- and I laughed. "No, why, do you think they're my type?" She gave me a worried expression and my smile faltered. "What is it?" I asked. She showed me the photo of the person and said, "They look like you." I looked at the photo, noting that we had the same short, brown hair, the same brown eyes, the same sweater and jeans. I looked below the photo and saw that we were the same age and she was last reported in Yelm. Which if you don't know the school that I went to, in Rainier, was only a few miles from Yelm. 

I don't know if she was ever found. And the thought that if she was kidnapped or murdered scares me, because they might come for me too. My other friends thought that maybe she was my doppelganger going by a different name. 

-It Should Have Been Me-

This one hits pretty close to home, literally.

I won't say the full story, because I'm not well equipped to tell it, but if you want to know what happened you can look up "McCarver Park" and "Zina Linnik" 

The memorial park, McCarver Park, was a preschool that I used to go to, and was right across from my house. You see I lived in Tacoma, in a not so good part of town. My dad used to say that I would wave to the drug dealers when I played at the park. So now you know what my childhood was like.

The girl had died in 2007, when I was four/five years old. She was 12. The man who killed her apparently also had notes on other small girls, including me. This man had written down hair color, eye color, body shape, approximate height and weight, creepy stuff like that. He had apparently followed me and some other girls around, knowing that I lived right across the street, he had stalked me the most. But because I was five, and my parents were still foster parents, I didn't go to the park as often. And just two years later, I would move to the property that I live now.

The thought of being followed without knowing it is creepy on it's own, but the fact that such a sad thing happened right across the street from where I lived. It really does keep me up at night.

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