Chris

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The boy had a scared look. I apologized for yelling at him. And he understood. We talked for a while and he seemed to have the same problem as me. He looked like he was about my age but taller. He was actually 16.

The room started to shake like we were in a Christmas present and the child was trying to guess what was in the box. The room dropped. But we could only feel the drop. I screamed. But we stopped very suddenly and I flew up and hit the ground. Hard.

The boy did the same. Then I laughed. "That was fun!" I yelled. "Oh yea. Then let's go again!" boomed a load voice from some invisible speakers. The floor once again fell. This time I laughed. I have to admit it was pretty fun. "Stop!!" The boy yelled. He shot me a dirty look and I shut up.

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