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THE DANCEIt was a dark, aerial nighttime and Stacey Browning was just finishing work at The head Stump Burger Barn. It wasnt a busy night, so Stacy suggested that her heavily great(predicate) boss, Sarah, leave work early, and Stacey would clean and lock up. Stacey was trying to stretch her night out for as long as possible, because tomorrow night was the take aim spring, and she knew her mother wouldnt make her go if she was too tired from a hard night at work. Stacey loathed the school dance because it was a dance only enjoyed by cool, popular, beautiful people, and Stacey was non one of them.At ten-thirty, Stacey warped off the lights in the building, locked the big, glass doors and stepped into the cold, dark night. She decided not to ring her mother and ask to be picked up, because it was only a improvident walk home and she felt guilty around waking her at such a late hour on such a cold night. Stacey was only just out of the driveway of the restaurant, when she real ised she had left-hand(a) her purse in the building. She quickly walked back, unlocked the doors, and turned on the lights. She walked into the kitchens to calculate for her purse. While she was in there, she heard the doors open and the service bell ring. "Sorry, were closed," Stacey called, as she walked out of the kitchens. She looked around the restaurant, and no-one was there. "They must of left," she thought. As she was about to turn off the lights, Stacey felt a cold shiver. "I knew I forgot something else," Stacey mumbled as she walked over to the air-conditioning unit to turn it off, but it was already off. She stood there baffle for a moment, then walked back to the light switch, trying to think if she had bury anything else. With out warning a gust of wind blew the doors open, and circled in the centre of the restaurant. A woman appeared in the middle of the wind. She looked young, in her late twenties, robed in a white gown which covered her whole body, save her eyes.Stacy stepped back shocked and stuttered "W-wwho are y-y-you?" "I am here to jock you," the woman said, with a strong foreign accent. "You are worried about the dance?" she said."Yes, I am." Stacey replied.