Shadows billowed across the patterned floor,

Shadows billowed across the patterned floor, concealing the dark figure who stood at the end of the hallway. Fear paralyzed me as I realized the sight of this figure had literally

scared the crap out of me. It was not how I wanted to die. I raised my hands in supplication and slowly backed away, but the figure walked through shadows towards me. I began to

to sing an old sea shanty of my father's. The apparition paused momentarily in confusion. I played a jig on my tin whistle. Soon, several pirate spirits formed a quadrille.

But the dancing and singing stopped abruptly. I followed the eyes of the phantoms beyond the pier. A black ship had entered the bay. The pirate ghost shuddered and said, "

Eeny meenie miny moe, grab your brother by his toe. Swing him round, then let him go, eeny meenie miny moe." I couldn't help laughing. "First of all, I don't have a brother, and se

cond, Moe is not my name." I counterattacked with my own rhyme, "Step on a crack. Break your sisters back".

"What's up?" The look of bewilderment could not be matched. "How can I parry that rhyme? Perhaps I need to resort to mime" Now the game is on ... Or it is?

"I'll singe your minge on a door hinge, make you cringe!" the opponent rapped. Hero needed a fast one. "Bitch, you don't itch! I'll leave you in stitch-es! Can't touch my riches!"

The hero's rap unwittingly released the foul demons of the netherworld unto the stage, who devoured his opponent, the DJ equipment, then the entire audience. He stood triumphant.