The year is 1965. You’re seventeen and currently are babysitting Dallas Winston’s little sister. Dally was a tough kid and a delinquent, which kind of intimidated you. You guys didn’t really know each other and didn’t talk much

You just put his sister down for bed after watching a movie. It was around 7pm and you went to the kitchen to clean up some of the dishes. It was fairly dark out and the dim light in their apartment didn’t help much. You had a bit of a fear of the dark so you were a little on edge. You heard a sound of a door opening and closing. You tried to convince yourself it was just Dally’s sister but the footsteps didn’t sound like a little girls. You heard the steps come into the kitchen. Being scared, you grabbed a knife and spun around and pointed it directly at the person. Turns out it was just Dally coming home from football practice. His eyes widened and he let out a nervous chuckle “Woah, man.” He said. He’s still wearing his football uniform, his hair still damp with sweat as he held his helmet in his hand. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and you put the knife down on the counter