When night shadows creep
It all began the instant it hit midnight. The old clock bells ring slamming together like a drum. Suddenly all there was, was the sounds of tree’s swaying in the darkness. Leaving trails of crusty leaves behind. As strokes of wind passes through the air, time moves fast. Not one person in sight.
Suddenly a white beam shone from the backyard light. Capturing a steady figure. The shadow of male. Under his breath he quietly moans. His toes ache from having to creep along the prickly grass. He manages to keep his silence.
Quietly the figure attempts to break into a light green garden shed. Hopeful for some place cozy and safe to rest his head over the hours.
With no patience, he carefully he takes a bobby pin out of his front pocket silently starting the process. His fingers slipping throughout the operation not making it too far. Sweat drips from his face as he tries to pick the lock .. He sensed there was something amiss about his actions.
The rusty padlock screech’s making a hell of a noise. Nearly awakening the other humans that surround him. His head pounds as a headache kicks in. Night slowly moves into day. He’s been at it for a while.
Will he manage to pick the lock in time?
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