Sparring the Invisible Legend

A fighter stepped into an abandoned gym at midnight, dared by his friends to spar with the

legend. They said a boxer died here decades ago, still throwing punches

in the afterlife. He laughed it off until the heavy bag started swinging on its own.

Then he felt it. A jab to his ribs. An uppercut grazing his chin. Nothing there but

cold air. He swung back wildly, hitting nothing. The invisible opponent was faster,

landing combinations he could feel but couldn't block. His nose started bleeding.

The gym lights flickered as a final hook sent him crashing to the canvas. When his friends

found him unconscious, his face was covered in bruises. He never stepped foot in a gym again.