Hide and Go Seek

One time, I was playing hide-and-go-seek with a kid named James. We were ten. James went and hid, and I counted to a hundred. But as I got to a hundred, Robotech came on t.v, and I forgot about James. Anyway, about eight months later, I was looking for a broom, because I broke a jar of sand I keep to remind me of the ocean. I tried to open the creaky old closet door under the stairs, but it was stuck. I got Dad's crowbar out of his truck, and with some effort I managed to pry the door open. I finally found James. "Found you!" I said, then I picked up his skull and made him say swear words. I'd bring it to school and chase the teachers with it. But one day, at recess, a big dog came into the school yard and took it from me. He buried it somewhere. They say that at night, you can hear the sounds of the headless ghost of a little boy, scratching in vain at the earth.