It was a few months later. Brad and Mick became very good friends. Brad had been taking care of him a long time. It was an ordinary day and Brad walked toward the house of Hazel. Normally he had to take care of Mick after dinner. At 7 p.m. or something, but now it was 5 p.m. and he just got the products to cook and make dinner for Mick. He knocked on the door and Hazel opened the door. ''Hey sweetie'' Said Brad and he smiled. ''Don't call me that way'' Laughed Hazel. They shared a kiss on the cheek, and then she left for her work again. Mick ran downstairs and yelled:''Yay! Hi Brad! I can't wait to play again!'' Brad greeted the boy as well, and he asked the little boy if he wanted some lemonade with a cookie. ''Of course! You know I love them!'' Said Mick. Brad was getting the products to make a drink for Mick. Suddenly, he saw a black thing in the corner of his eye. ''What was that? Did you see that as well?'' He asked Mick. ''What do you mean? I saw noting?'' Brad ignored it and they played a few games. It was a few hours later and it was time for dinner. He began with cooking. ''You can watch television if you like.'' Said Brad while cooking. Mick smiled and he sat down at the couch. ''You like chicken nuggets, right?'' Mick's face lit up:''You got that for me?! You're amazing!'' He yelled. Brad was making the dinner ready and he got some fries instead of vegetables. Brad got a call of a private number. '''That's weird.'' He whispered. He didn't answer the phone. Brad felt a shiver. Again. There was something wrong, but he couldn't figure it out. Brad looked at Mick. Everything seemed to be okay and he went back to cooking. He had to fry the fries himself, so it took almost half an hour to make everything ready. When it was almost ready, Brad asked Mick:'' Can you set the table?''. Mick stood up and did it. ''Can I set a table for Jake too?''. Brad said yes, to play along as always. He got up to sit down at the table and walked towards it. Suddenly, he heard a deep voice. Brad didn't move and stood with his back to where the voice came from. His heart rate went up. He heard footsteps. They came closer and closer. They stopped. In the corner of his eye, he could see a big man. Or a different creature, he couldn't see it. He heard a whisper in his ear:''Don't be scared, you little rat.'' It looked like time had stopped. Brad thought about Mick. He had to make sure that Mick was okay. But he didn't have the courage to do so. He was shaking. Brad felt the warm breath in his neck of the person behind him. ''What's the problem, dude.'' Brad was scared and didn't want to move or say something back. Even worse, he just couldn't. ''Nice chicken nuggets, mate. Seems good.'' The man walked away. Towards Mick. Brad felt terrible, scared for what was going to happen. He didn't know is the guy had a weapon or something. Brad gathered courage and he turned around. Brad yelled:''Back away from that man, Mick!'' Mick asked:''Why?'' Brad didn't know what to think of it. ''What?'' ''Yeah!'' Said Mick. ''Why?'' '''Because there is a random dude in our house, and he probably has bad intentions.'' The random man asked:''You still didn't answer my question. What's your problem?'' Mick:'' Come, Jake, let's eat my favorite food!'' Brad was confused:'' What did you say? Jake?'' Mick replied:''Um...? Jake is my friend, remember?'' Brad finally understood it. Jake wasn't an imaginary friend, but a real one! Only his parents had never seen that random guy. But that still doesn't explain everything. ''How do you get in this house all the time?'' Asked Brad. ''Well...'' Said Jake:''I always...'' Mick interrupted him:'' He always sleeps under my bed when my mum, Hazel, is home! Isn't that fun? That's why we always play hide and seek, he's so good at it!'' Brad and Jake smiled. They all ate dinner and Hazel never found out that Jake was in her house.
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ActionBrad was taking care and babysitting a kid called Mick for a while now. He knew him very good and they got along really well. The boy Mick has a special friend. An imaginary one because he is a misfit. He has no friends, but he rather plays with Br...