Joe decided to upgrade his daydream wishes. He was tired, mentally and physically from the nightmare of supposed paranormal visitations. “No hill for a stepper”, he could hear his mom’s advice from when a child. This thought prompted him to take the initiative and turn his daytime activities into something great. So what if he saw things move in shadows, heard noises no one else heard, had strange thoughts creep into his mind as he tried to maintain his job requirements! Maybe he was psychic, a seer, fortune teller; he was going to ignore all of it.
And just as he drew a smiley face on the bottom of the first draft of his daily boring report, it happened. The smiley grew into a large evil face, jumping off the paper and he heard a scream. Was that his voice?