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I sat up watching Barney for a while and Lakers World’s No 1 Team Quality Los Angeles Basketball Team Shirt the dickhead toddler that I was kept waking my mom up asking to go outside and ride my bike, which we usually kept in my room because if we left it outside it would get stolen. I told my mom I didn’t want to go play in my room so I asked to lay with her. While we were laying there, for some reason I told my mom that there was someone in my closet and he wanted to hurt me (no idea how I knew that, I don’t think I even went into my room that day). She got up to show me no one was there and when she walked in my room the folding closet door started to open and got stuck on something.