The Ghostly goalkeeper

It was a normal soccer practice. We were doing a shooting drill on the goalkeeper, Mike, who, for some reason, would only come to practice but not to soccer games. He’s also really weird. He almost never talks and has a really cold feeling about him. My mind drifted on mysteries about him. Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name. It was Edward. He was calling to see if I was ready for the pass. I nodded. Then, he aligned his foot with the ball and played me a perfect through ball to set me up. I clanked the turf up and away, then took a touch with minimum power. I struck it with my laces into the hard corner.

Soccer practice ended, and I decided to follow Mike. He took a weird pathway, something unexplainable, then it turned dark, and dark, and dark. I suddenly felt a stroke in my throat; something was choking me! I yelled for help, but I didn’t think there was anyone who would hear.

Bang! I heard something hit, not necessarily me, but the invisible thing that was choking me. It was Mike. He had a soccer ball in his hands. “What are you doing here!?” Mike exclaimed. He was mad and scared for me. My ears were blurring everything he said since I was badly injured. But I only heard one word run. Then, something sliced me giving a scar on my hand. Before I could look, I was in my bed, wide awake.

I thought it was a dream, but it wasn’t. I still had that scar from the slice. To this day, I still don’t see Mike at soccer practice. His parents said that they moved to Costa Rica. However, I don’t think that was the case. Even the path to darkness was gone; everything about him was gone, except the scar on my arm.