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the day was bright and clear when i went out. the light autumn brease sweeping across my face. i stared into openess, hardly moving my body. my eyes felt heavy so i closed them. i layed down on the hamock. in a dream a voice screamed. a low cackle came from the blackness evil . everything at that moment stoped. my hair and legs started floating up. i realized i was falling. bony fingers wrapped around my body. i screamed; wrathing as more hands aproached. a light eminated from a crevice in the darkness. i suddenly went limp; i no longer controlled my body. i saw a ghostly irridecent figure hovered over me like a demetor. it crept into my body; controling me. i drifted up. i no longer feel the bones on my face; pulling me under. the spirit moved me gracefully up. it deposited me onto a ledge. still in my body it forced me to see who was screaming. it was a mirror. i saw my reflection. it was moving on its own. tears of blood sprayed her face crying . her hair ratty and gruesom.behind her was a silluette; holding her arms back, like a policeman cuffing a murderer. wahmbulance

(to be continued) exclaim