I, Tom, put my hand in the box and felt something rough, something round like a football (at least that’s what I could tell.) Suddenly, a shoulder nudged me a cold shiver trickled down my spine. Frightened, I glanced behind but saw nothing – nothing, but heard the loud cheering which made my ears ring from the cacophony. My heart performed back flips and landed in my stomach. I began to sweat like I was competing in the Olympics; although, I was trembling. My hand was still in the box – but now there was nothing in there. In stupefied astonishment I was moving my hand in every little corner: left, right, up and down.
“Where did it vanish and how?” I thought to myself.
A creepy shadow, which was formed in the gloom beneath, kicked the ball it seemed as if it was coming towards me- I had no time to move
Was it the same ball that was in the box a moment ago?
I found myself collapsed on the soft floor spitting out blood and a filling. Googly eyed, I looked around and saw the same shadow coming towards me again.
I opened my bloodshot eyes and tried to untangle myself from the net – but I couldn’t, I was stuck to the floor like glue! I swallowed and screamed.
Then I found myself in a field with the football team.
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