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Kelly Ryan was engrossed in the preparation of dinner, a culinary symphony echoing in her cozy kitchen. Unbeknownst to her, her 10-year-old son, Benjamin, was ensconced in the living room, fixated on the television screen TV”or so she thought.
KELLY: "Benny-boy, do you fancy black beans or red beans?"
BEN: "Red beans, Mama."
Kelly: "Ah! Don't startle me like that, Ben. You've given me quite a fright! You're in for it now..."
Ben had stealthily approached her from behind.

KELLY: "I'll settle the score with you later!"
Kelly headed toward the telephone, but the ringing ceased as soon as her hand grazed it.
KELLY: "How peculiar. Oh, the beans!"
Her attention returned to the culinary creation. However, the phone promptly rang again.
KELLY: "Honey, can you get that?"
BEN: "Hello? Oh, hi. Yes, I remember. Sure, it sounds fun. Let me ask my mom. Can you hold? She might want to talk to your mom. Oh, um, OK. See you tomorrow."
KELLY: "Ben, your rice and beans are on the table. Let's eat."

KELLY: "So, what was that call about?"BEN: "That was Wallace Gray. You know him from class. He wants to play tomorrow. Can I go home with him after school? Please, Mom? I get bored around here waiting for you after work."KELLY: "But I don't even know his parents. Maybe I should talk to them.
"BEN: "You can't, Mom. He was with his babysitter. He said his parents wouldn't be home until late tonight, and they would leave before he went to school in the morning. Please, Mom, Wallace lives right over on Graves-End Road. It's a five-minute walk from here. PLEASE?"KELLY: "Well, OK. What's so great about this guy, anyway? .

You've got a ton of friends to play with."BEN: "I know. But Wallace is just different. He's got a lot of imagination.

As the school week unfolded, Ben increasingly accompanied Wallace home, becoming a daily occurrence. Kelly detected a transformation in her son; he appeared fatigued and distant. His eyes, once vibrant, now seemed devoid of life. Concerned, Kelly decided it was time for a heart-to-heart on a Friday night.

KELLY: "Sweetie, what's going on with you? You seem so tired and far away. Is something wrong? Did you and your new friend have a fight?"
BEN: "No, Mom. We've been having a great time. There's nothing wrong with us. Why don't you like Wallace? You don't even know him, but you don't trust him."
KELLY: "Benjamin, what are you talking about? I don't dislike Wallace. You're right, I don't know him. You just don't seem like yourself. You've been very quiet the past few nights."

BEN: "I'm sorry, Mom. I guess I'm just tired. I have a great time with Wallace. We play games like cops and robbers, but they seem so real that half of the time I feel like I'm in another world. It's hard to explain. It's like, itвЂs like ... "
KELLY: "I think the word you're looking for is intense."
BEN: "Yeah, that's it -- it's intense."
KELLY: "Well, tell me about today. What kind of game did you play?"

BEN: "We were train robbers. Or rather, Wallace was. I was a station manager. Wallace was darting through a lengthy train, from car to car, having pilfered money and gold from the passengers. I was in hot pursuit, moving as fast as I could. Finally, he leapt out of the train into the station to make his escape. But I blocked his path. He seized a woman on the station platform. She screamed 'No, no!' But he bellowed 'Let me through, or she dies.' So I let him go."KELLY: "What happened then?"BEN: "Well, that's what was peculiar and, as you said, intense. Wallace flung the lady onto the tracks.

And he laughed. He said that's what evil characters do in the games. They always do the worst."

Later, after Ben had retired for the night, Kelly tuned in to the eleven o'clock news, her attention divided as she planned for the upcoming Halloween day.

KELLY: вЂњOK, let's see, grocery shopping, Halloween decorating, the dogвЂs gotta go to the groomer, I gotta go to the hardware store, clean up the garden ...
[TV in the background]
NEWS ANNOUNCER: "Reports say it appears she was pushed off the station platform into the path of the oncoming train. It happened during rush hour today.

Some witnesses reported seeing two boys running and playing near the woman. But police say they did not see any images like that on security cameras at the station.
KELLY: "No! It can't be. The station is an hour away. They couldn't have gotten there. How could they? It's just a coincidence."

The wind sighed low and mournful that night, granting little respite to Kelly's restless slumber. She dreamt of waiting for Ben at a train station, only to spot him on the other side, running with another little boy. It must be Wallace, she surmised. The little boy flitted in and out of view, then suddenly halted, fixing his gaze across the tracks”directly at her. He had no face.

Saturday morning arrived, bright and sunny, heralding a crisp October day. Kelly prepared eggs and toast for Ben, watching him consume them with evident joy.

KELLY: "You know, Benny-boy, a woman DID get hurt at the train station yesterday. She actually got hit by a train. Isn't that strange?"
She peered at Ben.
BEN: "What do you mean, Mom?"

KELLY: "Well, you and Wallace were playing that game yesterday, about being at a train station. You said he threw a woman off the platform, and she was killed by a train."
Kelly felt foolish uttering these words, addressing a ten-year-old embroiled in an imaginary game with another ten-year-old. What was she thinking?

BEN: "I said we played that yesterday? I did? Hmmm. No, we played that a few days ago, I think. It was just a really good game, really intense. Yesterday we played pirates. I got to be Captain Frank on the pirate ship, the Argh. Wallace was Davey, the first mate.

But he tried to rebel and take over the ship, so I made him walk the plank. Davey walked off into the sea and drowned. Wallace told me I had to order him to walk the plank. He said that's what evil pirates do."
KELLY: "I guess he's right. I don't know any pirates, but I do hear they're pretty evil!"
BEN: "So can I play with Wallace today when you are doing your errands? Please, Mom? I don't want to go shopping and put up Halloween decorations."

KELLY: "Oh, whatever. I guess so. I'll pick you up at Wallace's house at about five-thirty, so you can get ready for trick-or-treating. Where does he live again?
BEN: "Graves-End Road. I don't know the street number, but there are only two houses on each side. His is the second one on the left."
KELLY: "OK. I can find that easy enough. Do you still want me to pick up a ghost costume for you?"
BEN: "Yep. Oh, and guess what, Mom: Wallace says he's a ghost, too! I suppose we'll haunt the neighborhood together."

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Kelly's son, Benjamin, becomes friends with a boy named Wallace. As they play intense and imaginative games, strange coincidences start happening. Kelly becomes concerned about the influence of Wallace on her son. Eventually, she discovers that Wallace is not who he seems to be and must rescue her son from his grasp.

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