Little Jeremy stood on the porch, sweat running down the side of his face, and peered into the darkness ahead. He could see nothing, but he could feel it, or him. Or whatever it was that was pulling him away from the house. A pain seared through his forehead and before he knew, his legs were moving on their own. He kicked at the air, and tried to press his feet down firmly to the ground just to make them stop, but the invisible force controlling him pushed on relentlessly. When he tried to yell, his lips wouldn’t budge. And the pain in his forehead was almost starting to blind him.
Then he heard it, the heavy flapping of wings.
The next instant, he was free. He collapsed to the ground, his legs finally back in his control. A gentle breeze swept over his body, taking away the headache along with it.
A door creaked open behind. “Kiddo, what are you doing out there?” his dad called out. “Come inside!!”
Little Jeremy got up and scampered to the house.
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