Magic

Darren Johnson is a newspaper journalist. He was very good at his job. he was voted the #1 journalist in Chicago. but after a recent motorcycle accident he has been confined to his house. With a broken left leg and broken right arm he couldn't write or take photos for his job. one night he was calling his brother when he heard a creaking in the floorboards and a tapping at his window. But he soon dismissed the thought of someone being there for it was an old house on that had been lived for many years. that night in his sleep he had a dream, a dream of man, a man sitting at the bus stop in a black coat and hat, sitting starring right into Darren's soul. for his eye's were invisible to Darren. The next thought was a chilling thought, for as the bus appeared the man slowly vanished.

Darren awoke the next morning in a cold sweat. then a chilling thought accrued to Darren. "he'd seen that man before the day before the accident" he said to himself. He didn't really think about it but he'd had several dreams with this man. but just in the background before never like this though.He then wondered did this man have anything to do with the accident. it seemed unlikely that this man could have anything do do with the accident. he then went back to sleep. this time a more peaceful sleep. he awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs his favorite. as he wheeled his way down to the kitchen for he was in a wheeled chair. he told his house keeper about his dream but she didn't think anything of it. Nothing strange seemed to happen for the day was almost over. but nothing to strange at least because his life was full of strange things he was a journalist in Chicago.

after dinner he went to his study to watch TV. he was watching the news like he always did. on the news he saw the man who had been haunting his dreams was merely a magician. Darren never liked magic he thought it was rather suspicious. Darren decided he would go to on of the magicians shows tomorrow. For tomorrow he got his cast off. he arrived at the show just as it was starting. at first the magician didn't seem very special just be playing a few card tricks. but he soon asked for some volunteers many people anxiously raised there hands. Darren however sat rather silently. As the magician picked his volunteer. As the volunteer stepped up on to the stage, the magician appeared from the curtains with a large box and a case of swords. he politely asked the volunteer to step inside the box. as he did so he slid the swords in to the box. as he did so Darren could feel a slight pain deep in his chest the deeper the swords slid the worse the pain got. worse and worse with every inch until soon they were protruding, protruding from his chest until they slid through cleanly through the wound now as the magician pulled the swords for form the box they were slowly drawn from Darren's chest they slid cleanly through him into there sheaths upon the stage. un breathing and unmoving he silently fell dead, silently upon the floor.

By the time the police arrived Darren was dead and the magician was gone. the police didn't know what had happened, for they couldn't find any marks. nothing.nothing yet another murder would go unsolved.