The grotesque man spreads a crooked smile towards me as he takes two steps forward. The moment he does, his body becomes frozen solid. I stand in awe and notice the way his rigid arms are sticking straight in the air and the way his mouth is hanging open. It reeks of alcohol but still, no words come out.
Bravely, I step closer and stare into his creepy dark eyes and see nothing, just an empty soul. He stares at me for several seconds before blinking. Once. Twice. Three times, yet his body never moves.
I grasp a hold of my necklace as I realize something is going on once more, and I am not at home to see daddy's initials for guidance.
"Now, what am I going to do?" I ask while scanning the room.
The speed of the music and the words fade in and out on television and radio. The couples
