I'm 15 know but a looong time ago when I was 9 I was walking through a forest. (We live by one) And I saw a dead trantula. I made a face and walked around it. I got so bored and it was about 7 at night so I went back home. Then I heard a radio. My mum had a small cute mouse radio and I called to her, "Mum is that your mouse radio?" No answer. So I walked in her office and saw the radio running, but mum wasnt there. My brother was 5 at the time and I called, "Harry where's mum?" No answer. I went to his room and there he was, sitting on a pillow as if hypnotized holding a knife.

Mum was okay, and she didn't believe me about the knife. When I saw he had it I sntached it and he was back to normal. But when and mum held it she kinda went a lil crazy too. Wee-ird. But when they weren't looking I threw the knife away, and back in my room I saw it on my bed. Now, I still remember that. I don't know where the knife is becasue when my mum died I threw it away one last time and it never came back. (It always ended up in my room!)