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There were kids running from a tall brick building. Jason was knocked over by a tall, dark man who had no eyes. As he stood, something black flew over his head, and the sun disappeared. The moon shone full and bright, as bright as the moon could shine. Jason turned around as everyone who ran passed him disappeared into the woods. He turned to follow them, but his feet would not budge. He looked down, and his feet were in huge concrete blocks, implanted in the ground. He was stuck.1

There was a loud screech, but Jason couldn't find where it was coming from. He looked around, and the place was deserted. All the kids and adults had already vanished, the trees seemingly growing taller and darker. He felt something grab his neck, and shake him violently. He couldn't figure out what it was.2

Slowly, his vision started to darken, obscured by long, white fingers. The fingers were unreal, and had such a horrid smell; Jason couldn't breath and started choking. His neck started to burn, he could feel a thick liquid drip onto his skin. 3

Something sharp tickled Jason's skin, and he heard yet another screech. This one rang louder, and sounded more vicious than the last. He couldn't figure out where it came from. He couldn't see anything, all he could do was feel that there was something a hold of him.4

The pain in his neck slowly began to subside, and Jason could feel himself sinking to the ground. The repulsive thing holding him removed its fingers from his eyes. He was finally able to see, but not very much. Clouds had began to form and obscure the light from the moon.5

A small whimper reached Jason's ears, then another, and another. He could hear someone crying. He looked above him, and he could see his mothers face, and it began to rain. Instead of falling on Jason,the rain fell through him, as if he were a ghost, or a figment of someones imagination. It rained harder and harder, and the water started rising, faster and faster, till it reached the bottom of his chin. Jason still couldn't move his feet, and now his entire body was frozen.6

Again, he started to shake, and the whimpering got quieter, it started raining upwards, the sun got brighter. He could hear a voice off in the distance saying his name.7

“Jason. Jason. Jason. Jason.” He felt a firm grip on his shoulder, and his mother's voice filled his ears. “Wake up. Jason. What's wrong.” He opened his eyes. 8

The sun shining through the windshield was almost blinding, but it felt safe. He felt safe. He had only had a dream. A stupid, childish dream. His mother was beside him, solid, real. He could see his feet. Nothing had a hold of his neck. He was safe.9

He could still smell the horrid smell of the white fingers as if they were right in front of him.