In the blue mist, the old dreary bank stood. Beckoning me in with a whisper, come closer. I walked just a step and no more, because I was forewarned. I didn’t listen, I kept walking faster and faster. The bribe pulling me in was just that of security. I looked right, then left. No one was around. No one to see me walk up to the bank. A few more feet the bank called to me. The blue mist was getting closer and closer. It wrapped around me like a security blanket, nice and secure. And I stopped. I listened as well. Silence. I could hear nothing but my own soft breathing. Then a shout and a scream. I yelled “whose there” but no one answered. I felt something touch my shoulder and I screamed and turned. There stood my mother. She tells me to go, run back! But I am frozen. She has been dead for a year now and yet there she is. I can no longer see the bank but when I turn back to mother, she is gone. I look around and the mist is turning purple. The light is reaching in and pulling me out. And then all goes black.