It was about 3:45 at midnight, it was the third time on the week that I woke up screaming, scared, and again, outside my house. For some reason, I have woke up three times in my front yard, it was like I transported myself magically, even being asleep. I did not get it at first, and I just ignored it deciding whether tell my mom or keep it a secret, in case she would thought I was acting insane and decide to send me to a psichiatric hospital. The days went well after that night, I even almost forgot about that, but then, the next moth it happened again. I was so confused and scared because I thought it would never happen again after those three times, but it did. My sisters noticed that I was acting weird, so they started worring, they asked
