Photo by Grook da Oger
Build A Story is back with Round #4, and since it’s October I thought we’d try something Halloween-themed. So read forth and lend us a sentence or two and I’ll post the story periodically as it grows, or mutates rather, like a mad scientist’s genetic experiment gone frightfully awry.
He said there’s nothing to be afraid of and soothed his bitten hand with our last stick of butter.
What happens next is up to boo…
He wasn’t thinking about how fond rats are of butter.
Suddenly, there were scratching and squeaking sounds coming from under the floor boards. This was soon followed by a distinct shaking sound, which grew louder by the second.
“What is it?!?,” I screamed. I’d never seen this man before in my life. A pleasant dinner with open windows and screen doors leads to this. Teacups vibrating off their hooks, shattering on the countertops. I pushed Bobby behind me and backed into the dining room. The house was coming apart.