Spooky Evansville- 2015 | Page 12

in the ground.  Engraved on the headstone was,” Alex Johnson, Dec. 2003- Oct. 2015!”  The ghostly figure said in a deep monotone voice, “Looks like you’re going to be with your friends once again!”  The figure tried to push me into the casket, but I resisted.  I swung a punch at the figure, but I felt nothing. The figure had dissolved into thin air!  Suddenly, it felt like the ground was shaking beneath me.  Everything became blurry, and I could hear faint voices.  I couldn’t understand what the voices were saying.  I felt a tug on my arm.  My vision began to clear, and I could make out an outline of my friends faces.  I could hear, “Alex, are you okay?”  Softly I said, “My head hurts a little, I think I’m okay.”  My friends told me that when we started the race I was in the lead, but tripped on a shovel left on the ground, and hit my head on a headstone.  I was knocked unconscious.  My friends told me I kept mumbling and swinging my fists into the air.  I sighed in relief that it was just a dream.  Or was it a dream at all? 11