His new buddies dared him to hop the fence and touch the lightening-bolt sign past the transformers. He climbed over with a flashlight and began crawling under the dangling, buzzing power lines. Scooting on his knees and elbows, he crooked his neck to look ahead and saw a figure creeping beneath the wires at the opposite end. With every labored crawl it came closer, moving as if in a clouded mirror. Almost at arm’s length, he shined his flashlight forward and saw his own face staring back, lifeless and scorched pitch black. He screamed, springing up into the live wires.