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I drum on my kit to the nothingness. No one’s around to hear. But I enjoy playing the drums. I sing to the crowd that is in my mind. It’s good practise. The phone rings and I can barely hear it. I have to stop playing to see if I can hear the sound of the phone ringing.
I run to the phone. I answer, “Hello”. Nothing. And then I hear the dial tone. That is so annoying when you have to run to the phone and then have someone hang up on you. What a waste of time. So I go back to my room and continue the music.
After a while I stop. And remember I have to meet my friend in half an hour.
And then I hear a knock on the door, loud and echo-y. I go to the door, open it and look out and there is no one there.
“This is strange,” I whisper. “Who’s playing tricks on me?” No answer.
I go back inside.
I hear a loud crash and then I run outside to inspect the damage. Nothing nowhere. Then all of a sudden I feel myself choking.
My hands shoot to my neck. I scream, I gurgle. What is this thing trying to do? There’s no one around. What is this? Then I am inside and lock the door behind me. I go to the bedroom. My neck in pain, I lay down on my bed.
What if this thing – this feeling – what if it’s a ghost? Nah I don’t believe in ghosts. Surely not that.
My cellphone beeps. I’ve got a text. My friend can’t make it to meet up. I text back that’s OK.
Soon it will be dark. What am I going to do? No one’s going to believe me. Who can I tell about this? What if it’s real? It is real. How real can it get? Can it be? I go to the kitchen and make a cup of coffee.
I begin to pray. God whereever you are please don’t let me get hurt. I shake my head. What’s God going to do? I’ve never prayed in my life. Never had anything wrong before. Never had to pray.
You can say I’m atheist. But what am I going to do? What if it comes back?
And then.
Suddenly I feel a sense of calmness.
I wake up.
It was all just a horrible dream. Thank God for that.
