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I was in my house, looking out of the window. It was raining outside. Every single light in my house was turned off. A guy behind me asked me if I would heard about the news. "What news?" "A guy has stolen a car from a carport and driven it into a wall at the same house, then beat the owner of the car to death." "No I have not heard that." "Why do not you check on your car?" "My car is alright, okay?" "Are you sure?" "Yes." I was starting to get annoyed, but he walked out of the room. A moment later I could hear a loud crash from somewhere around my front yard. I ran down the stairs, into the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife. The house was still off lights. I ran into my living room, which was brightly lit up by a blue color. I looked out of the panorama window, and saw the moon, shining as bright as the sun, but with a blue hue. The reflections of the water drops from the rain were shining bright and clear. I saw a person sitting on a chair on the terrace, with it is back turned against me. I ran out through the terrace door, stood behind the person, and punched him in the back of his head. "What did you do to my car?" He slowly turned around in the chair, then looked at me with a psychotic smile on his face. My kitchen knife was gone. It was not in my hand anymore. I was defenseless. He grinned at me, and the last thing I saw was his fist against my face.