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We all are afraid of something. Weather its losing a loved one or scary clowns. I am afraid of many things most of my fears come from childhood traumas and movies. I am really afraid of bats because of a bad experience at the mall. Bats also fly around my house at night when it’s really quiet and I can hear them fly around my house and make a really weird squeak and it scares me because of that bad experience at the mall.
What happened was my mom and I were looking outside of a window and we were trying to figure out what was flying around the window and sure enough it was a bat and it fell right our table and I got so frightened that I was still as a statue after being traumatized.
They just have a creepy looking shape like if it was meant

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