• There once was a boy scampering about in a very large yet darken house. His parents were weary for this boy was anything but ordinary. They sleep as soon as 10 o' clock as the boy was still running about. Something seemed out of placed, for the boy was dumb-struck to as why. The house seems to be in perfectly good order. The fireplace was still burning fierce. The rug was still as comfortable. There was just one thing that kept his mind pondering, yet he couldn't figure it out. All he could hear was the bushes rustling and hustling outside of the house. He did not know what it meant, for the poor boy was getting less interested to the out of placed sounds. He continued to prance and dance away in the night, as if he does not sleep, nor does he stop. Up until he heard the knock...knock. The boy was curious, as every boy should be. Yet so very frightened as who will it be. The door flew open as the night stood still. All the boy could see was a silhouette of a man. The silhouette took a step closer to the light from the fire place. By golly it was Jim the Imaginary friend! The boy looked filled with glee and relief, as Jim stood there with a fixated smirk. Jim leans over and pats the boy head as he says, "It's been a long time no see, boy! Aren't you surprised to see it was me?" The boy answered with a nod, and Jim stood up straight. His smirk disappeared. "Boy, I have gone through some times out in this world." Jim spoke. "Yet nothing is more pleasing then to see your smile." The boy giggled at the phrase. "But boy, wouldn't you want to come out with me?" The boy was hesitate. He knew Jim had something on his mind, but he then didn't bother to bring it up. The boy gives him another nod, yet Jim sees through him. "Boy, if you don't want to go, then you should stay here." But the boy pleaded and pleaded to let him come with him. Jim finally says, "Alright boy, you can come. Our travels will be great and adventurous for all to know." Jim storms off outside, with the boy to follow behind. The boy does know his manners, and closes the door.
    The parents hear the door, and they wonder what could it be? The father goes down the steps to the living room, only to notice that there was no boy. "Boy! Stop playing worrisome games, and come out where I could see you!" He hears not but one sound, the rustling of the bushes. Two months later, the boy still not found. Two policemen were on patrol in the dusk of night. They stopped in at deserted area, as the 911 call specified. They get out of the car, flash lights in hand. They surveyed the tall grass, which was yellower then mustard. The deputy tussles the grass. He steps on something that's anything but the the grass. He shines his flash light upon the unknown object. It was in the shape of a hand! A boys hand...