Genre: Ghost Story
Action: Mowing the lawn
Word Count: 100
Midway through the cut, the blade snapped. Furious, repair would derail his happy hour plans. But he couldn’t leave the lawn half shorn.
He trekked to the basement with foreboding. Despite the warm, bright day, his skin crawled stepping into the dank, dark cavern.
Where’s that blade?
Something brushed his cheek. A cobweb? Crosswinds blew. How does that happen indoors? Pondering the mystery, the cellar door slammed; the bolt clicked.
Terrified now, he froze. His heartbeat was a jackhammer. Objects began to fly, some dangerously close to his scalp.
What do you WANT?
I want you to visit more often.