[ RF ] Let 's stop for a moment with all of those `` paranormal '' scary stories . Write a terrifying piece that could really and plausibly happen to anyone .

I was confused and dazed and I had no idea how I'd gotten here. It was freezing, my shoes were missing, and it looked like I was wearing flimsy pajamas. I reached out and grabbed someone's arm. 
 
 `` Where am I?'' I asked. 
 
 They pried my hand off their arm, threw a pocketful of change at me and said, `` It's all I've got, Grandpa.'' I looked down at the change and felt even more confused. What would I want with that? Whoever threw it had disappeared back into the crowd. 
 
 Who were these people? I needed to get warm. There was a coffee shop in front of me. I let myself in. It was n't exactly warm, but it was n't as freezing as the outside, either. 
 
 `` Great. Just what we need,'' said a woman as she grabbed my elbow and guided me toward the door, `` Look, you ca n't be in here. I'm sorry, but you'll scare off the customers. There's a homeless shelter a couple of blocks from here. Why do n't you go there?'' 
 
 The next thing I knew I was standing outside again, in the cold. What in the Hell was going on? Why was nobody helping me? I could feel the anger burning up my neck and into my face. 
 
 `` Where am I?'' I said angrily, grabbing another arm. I was immediately belted with a purse, followed in another direction by a fist. I landed on the ground, hard. 
 
 At that moment I spotted the police officer. He was already heading in my direction, so I started to get back on my feet. 
 
 `` Officer, thank God you're h-'' He grabbed my wrist, turned me, and had both hands in cuffs before I could register what had just happened. 
 
 `` He assaulted me, officer. Grabbed my arm, I think he was after my purse. John here had to punch him to get him off me.'' 
 
 `` That's not what...'' I managed to say, before he barked out an order for someone else to take down statements, while he got me in the car. 
 
 I began to struggle with him. 
 
 `` This is n't right!'' I said, `` I did n't do anything wrong!'' 
 
 I got free of his grip and began to run. I have no idea where they all came from. It felt like I had an entire police force on my back. I felt bones snap and fought back. Someone kicked me and several of them were shouting to calm down and stop resisting. 
 
 A knee rested hard on my neck, pushing my face into the concrete. I could n't breathe. Why was this happening to me? 
 
 My lungs burned. I needed to breathe. I could see blood on the ground, oozing away from me. Several people were gawking at me. Several of them were holding something out toward me. I could n't quite see. What was wrong with these people? 
 
 My arms and legs were n't responding anymore. My bladder let loose. 
 
 `` Hey! I do n't think he's breathing,'' someone from the crowd said. 
 
 `` Get these people out of here,'' said one of the officers. 
 
 I needed to breathe! Why were n't they stopping? The knee on my neck and the people piled on my back were n't letting up. 
 
 My head ached and my vision began to fade. 
 
 I just wanted to go home.
