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I was 9 years old when I got the call. I don't know why on this night it woke me up. I remember looking at my Starwars clock on the wall as I rolled out of bed, it was  3 am. It's amazing how perceptive children are at such a young age, I remember thinking to myself, this cannot be good. I started getting nervous and asking who would be calling this late, and why havent my mom and dad heard it. I was so scared right before picking up the phone, the ringing was so loud, I almost ran to my parents room, to wake them up, but I picked up the phone instead. Hello, All I heard was slow steady breathing. Hello!, I said again, then a voice that sounded hollow and faint, almost a whisper said, your mommy and daddy are dead. I said what again but all I heard was slow and steady breathing. I dropped the phone and started screaming for my mom. I ran to my parents room opened the door, and there my parents were staring right at me. Dead