When we count to five

Kids in this neighborhood liked to play a game.

It was called "Deadman".

One person would lay down, while the others ran around him, repeating a rhyme. He would get up, close his eyes, and try to touch them. A new round began when one was touched, and became the new "deadman".

We took it too far.

Me and my friends went to a graveyard. I was spooked, but my friend, Lily Thefox, talked me into it. "It'll be fun!" she said.

We picked a grave. We ran around it.

We repeated a rhyme.

"Deadman, deadman, lying in a garbage can, come alive when we count to five!

1...2...3...4...5...come alive!"

A paw burst through the grave.

We all screamed. I thought it was a joke and stood around, "Really funny, guys." Lily screamed, "This isn't a joke! RUN!" I grinned, "Sure. Now, I'm it." I touched the paw. Suddenly, the world went black.

Next thing I knew I was in a grave. I was incapable of moving.

There's no way for me to be free...except for one.

Hear that?

"....come alive..."

"when we count to five..."