Do you remember when you were young and all of the children on the playground would play simple games of “Truth or Dare?” Do you remember that one kid who everybody teased all because he or she was so easily frightened?
Did you ever have to do a dare that made you quake in your shoes? Made you run away crying? Perhaps urinate out of fear?
Well, today was young Shane’s turn to do a dare. And it’s all because he couldn’t keep his timid mouth shut.
Shane’s felt a tight squeeze wrapping around his head, the temples on both sides pounding. A cold, icy sting picked at every side of his skull.
His cries began straining his voice as he called out for the other boys, “Guys, help me! Something’s got me!”
The boys on the other side of the fence seemed to have been frozen by fear; none of them made a move. They all looked at each other for a moment.
A stream of tears started to blur Shane’s vision. As he watched the fence for help, the boys seemed to slowly fade away.