Nightmare On Elm Street.

Or my street.
Either way, freaky things are happening.
Hopefully you've all read of my recent street drama's. If not, read here. That way you can get the full effect on how creepy my street is officially becoming. Thank the heavens I don't have to stay here for too much longer. My nerves can't take it.

I know the Olympics are going on--and that's great. But they should really start handing out medals to things that actually need serious recognition. Like for instance, CREEPY NEIGHBORHOODS. First runner up: Meridian.

Reasoning:

"It was either yesterday or today," my mom said as she stood in my doorway, "when Lyle came home and saw Mike across the way on the phone. He waved casually, and noticed our neighbors (the house on the corner. We don't know their names.) bulldog lying on Mike's walkway. Half an hour later the dog was still in the same spot. Supposably, Mike was on the phone with the police and they had driven down our street once again for more questioning."
"What? Why?!" I asked in panic.
"Someone had killed the neighbors dog and put it on Mike and Annie's front steps."
My stomach dropped.
"Who was it?"
"They think it was the girl who put up a fight on Saturday. But who knows."

With that hint of confidence, I've officially made it my duty to practice survival skills. By whatever means necessary.