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Running from shadow to shadow keeping him hid from prying eyes. We finally make our way into the dark bar rushing to the counter I turn to my friend. A large fellow, his long flowing white hair restricted by his black ski cap. Even tho it was night time he was wearing dark glasses. His large frame coveved by a full length black wool coat his leather boots shining brigt from beneath it. Even in this dark atmosphere it was still clear that he was Santa Claus. We ordered some pie... pumpkin pie. I hate pumpkin pie, but it was his idea. As the bar keep held the pan over the edge we both reached for a piece. Tasting it I realized that the pumpkin pie was actually freshly made fruit cake and tasted rather delicious. As I started to say my thanks the door was kicked up with a loud bang. The figure that stood there dressed in solid white that seemed to radiate the place lifted his arm his blazing stare focused upon my friend as he pointed at him. The elderly man clutched his chest releasing a horrid last gasp as he clutched his chest and slumpt over. When my eyes returned to the stranger he was now pointing towards me everything turned red... suddenly I jolted from bed rather confused and clutching my chest...

The truck pulled up and the men all got out. As they all entered the house their arms were full of different things. As the first fellow went inside the driver a large dark figure started to belittle him to everyone else. This continued after he had unloaded his arms and come back outside. A scuffle ensued and the two men were soon both fully enraged. The men trying to break one another's legs at the same times with their movements. The larger fellow, with a final blow made a move to the upper torso of the other fellow striking him down. The next thing I saw was through the smaller fellow moving along train tracks weaving across tracks at every crossing nearly missing boxcars and engines left and right. I watched as the woman who was floating maybe flying over him held his shoulders apologizing as she turned him this way and that. My next glimpse was as the small fellow through his eyes. I was off the porch in front of the house where everyone seemed to know who I was. As I knelt there picking weeds and random other things placing them in a bowl. At that time my vision turned bright white and my head felt to be a burden upon my body. What I saw was myself (as this person) laying there dying. My face covered with blood as if I had just received a fresh beating watching as more blood poured from my body. A crowd gathered around me as they began to speak I was loosing my hearing but noone noticed that that almost all my blood had poured out they just saw my face and apparently knew that i had passed. I suddenly felt like I was a burden on everyone and took the bowl I had been feeling and handed it over the top of the hand rail to the lady of the house telling her that my heart just was not in it anymore. She smiled with a soft nod letting me know that it was alright. After my shower I went to get dressed and was shocked to notice that I had no reflection. I asked everyone there if they could see me and noone would answer just frown and try to change the subject. After everyone was dressed and ready we went out to eat. At the end of the table that I was sitting on there was a mirror. When I looked in the mirror I could see myself and it did look to be me, but I was shocked. Everyone else had 2 reflections in the mirror as if I could see them and their reflection... but I only had one version of myself. I felt my heart sink over this. The man sitting beside me asked me why I wasn't eating something that was known to be one of my favorites. Before I could say anything the lady on the other side of his said "he's dead what's it matter what he eats?" At which point my eyes opened and were noticeably over filled with tears.