“La, La, La…” a voice sings quietly in the distance. Brice gets up and walks out of the bar. Through the circling fog, he sees a hand. “Hello?! Who’s there?!” Brice calls out, but no body replies.

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A hand touches him on the shoulder “Ahh!” Brice jumps, screaming, then whimpering he runs away through the fog. Hands touch him, but there is no one to see. Brice yanks his phone out of his brand new black jacket, but as he rushes, he drops his phone. Scrambling on the ground he searches frantically; all the while, the hands creep closer and closer.

Bam, Smack, Ughh… Brice wakes up on the dirty floor on his bedroom. “Such a horrible dream” Brice mumbles to himself, His mom runs into his room.

“Oh honey, are you alright, we heard you fall off your bed down stairs. Do you need any ice packs??” The mom asks.
“I’m fine mom, and no I don’t need any ice packs!”