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I sat at my desk, wondering is this really necessary? Miss Moen had just set us three chapters of our maths books because we had a test set for next month. Really. Why? It's-
And as all these thoughts zoomed through my mind, a figured appeared in front of the desk. Pale, see through. And it disappeared as soon as it appeared.
A voice in the back of my head spoke to me. It's coming.
"Mitch? What are you doing?" My distress coated my voice like wet, dripping paint. There was no reply.
"Mitch?" I said a bit louder.
Where is he?
It's coming the voice repeated.
Suddenly a man dressed in all black shaped itself in the dust coming from the bookshelf. It wailed a piercing scream that resonated throughout the house, it's shrill eeriness added to my fears. This was Mitch's scream. I don't how I knew, but I just did. Then an indescribabless voice burst through the shadow of silence.
Too late.
"Mitch is gone, isn't he?" I asked.
"No you are."
