The Dark Shadow

“No.”

“What’s wrong?”

I’m about to tell him what I saw, but I know he won’t believe me. He will laugh, think I’m crazy, and make fun of me in front of the other firefighters because they already hate me.

“Well?” he insists. “You look like you saw a ghost.”

I let go of his jacket and fall to the curb. “There was nothing in there,” I mumble.

“I told you. I can’t wait to tell the guys that I saved your skinny ass.”





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