I was at my office after hours, so none of the other employees were there. Jeff was with me, because I think he had given me a ride. I was doing a stack of deposits when Mike showed up, popped his head through the window and started to yell at me for being alone with Jeff. I explained to him that Jeff had given a ride, and he settled down. He then asked Jeff if he wanted a ride home, and Jeff said no, I drove here. Mike explained to me that he had tried to get in through the garage but that there were a bunch of kids in there. So Jeff and I went to the garage to check it out. There were a bunch of chairs set up, and some bibles laying around, so I guess my boss was having a bible study for her daughter and her friends. I told Jeff that we should leave before anyone got back, but as we turned to leave Deborah (my boss) came into the garage. I decided to give her the stack of deposits I had finished. She started to yell at me, saying that I was supposed to give these deposits to Mike (some guy who works in the art department), but that made no sense to me, so I argued with her. She said that there should have been a pair of car keys with every deposit (WTF?) and that Mike needed these keys. I told her that my mom hadn’t given me any keys with the deposits, so Deborah and I started to look for the keys. We thought we had found them, but in actuality we had found a woman wearing a dress, with her bra straps hanging off her shoulders? Deborah said something like, “Sometimes when you put it in, it doesn’t come out the other side”. We decided to ask my mom where the keys could be. My mom was drunk, and when I asked where the keys were, she said, “Footprints? I put them away until your birthday.” And I yelled, “No, KEYS.” Suddenly I blacked out, as if I had fainted. I woke up to find that my arms were tied down. This man was hovering over me. Apparantly he was a family friend of mine named Victor, and seeing him made me feel better. Then my mom came over with a knife, went to cut the ropes holding my arms, and instead decided to try and cut my eyebrows off. So I took the knife from her and stabbed her in the chest, twisting the knife as I did so. But this didn’t seem to phase her. She laughed and said, “You don’t get to kill me. I have to kill you. You have to lose me.” And I thought to myself, “Wouldn’t it be more painful for me to lose you if I had to kill you?” And then I woke up crying. Now that I re-read this, I can’t stop laughing.