Jayden got up slowly and reached the spot where he had seen the pencil fall. He took tentative steps, not wishing to trigger anything unwanted. He reached the spot and tried to pick the pencil. It wouldn't budge. He squatted on the ground and tried to pick it up. The result was same. It won't budge. It was as if someone was holding it so that it can't be moved.
Looking for the pencil? A whisper rang in the room and Jayden jumped. His heart was beating very fast. He slowly turned, taking in all the room. It was empty as he had expected it to be. Something hard came in contact with his back.
He was eight. He was very happy, enjoy himself in the park. Suddenly someone slapped him on his back. It hurted.
