My Grandma's Gunshots

My brother snuck into my grandma's room where he could view the yard outside without being seen due to how the room was angled. Three men with huge rifles circled around the house looking for an entry. The gunmen heard sirens too because they yelled, let's go. They all ran from the backyard. Ever since that day, it's been hard for me to stay home alone for long periods of time.

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