The Midnight Statue
The statue sits, patiently anticipating midnight. 11:58 11:59 then a traveller sitting next to the statue looks up from his book and sees a silver rusted hand in front of him.
“ Howdy”, said the statue.
Have you ever heard the screeching outside your window when he walks around at night with his rusty unoiled legs and arms?
Do you know why the statue is a statue?
Well at midnight on Halloween a black cat came and sat on his lap. The cat murmured. The man felt himself turning to metal. The cat jumped off him, turned, looked over her shoulder and gave a nasty smile then she happily walked off.
Ah a mystery. I like mysteries. And an unsettling thought for the night. Just a tinge of horror. The questions are a good touch in getting your audience to think about more than the obvious and lead them to where you want your audience to go
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