1. Arata
Like a horror movie, the dead hand moves.
He could only stare for a moment. The others were gone. The hand, the fingers, twitched. There was a small noise, like a cough. Or a voice.
Or a name.
He screamed and ran.
It wasn't his name. It was his imagination. Just a daydream. Just his imagination. He would get to the other side and there would be five of them again, all together, waiting for the adults to get tired of showing off and bring them out of the game.
When he got back, there were only four. He cried.
A/N: I love Cyber Sleuth too much. Oh well. This whole short drabble collection is for the Diversity Writing Challenge A58. drabble collection with 5 times 100 word drabbles and this one in particular is for Prompts in Steps Prompt 2.01- Gracious