 Hold on. Look at this. We're getting bowling alley stories. Oh, there you go. I told you. I told you. Jody in Southbury. I was 10 years old. My sister was seven. We're at the bowling alley. Me and my sister walk out under the carport where the cars pull in. We walk over to the wall. This guy comes walking up, moaning, and he's holding his hands up, and he has no fingers or thumbs. They had been cut off, and they were just bloody stumps.