Rules to contest:
This is a Five-Sentence Scary Story Contest. Your job is to come up with a creative and frightening story inspired by this photo (please submit your story via comment), while adhering to the following five rules:
Rule #1: It doesn't have to have anything to do with the actual real-life subject/explanation of the photo.
Rule #2: It has to involve a character nicknamed "Mr. Shifty." There is nothing significant behind the name "Mr. Shifty." I thought of it, it made me laugh, and I want to see how you turn something that makes me laugh into something foreboding.
Rule #3: Somewhere, your story must contain this phrase: volcanic ash cloud.
Rule #4: Your story must contain five sentences. No more. No less. However, there are no rules dictating the length of your sentences
Rule #5: Your story must be frightening, moody, mysterious, or otherwise scary in tone.
so here is my entry:
Little Billy Johnson had given the scary man the moniker “Mr. Shifty” due to his strange behavior around adults and his habit of joining in the juvenile games of the small children in our neighborhood when the parents weren’t around. The stories that roused our curiosity enough to break into his home that night, aged back to my parents’ generation and spoke of dark nights when Mr. Shifty would drag dead bodies across town from the graveyard on one side of town to his home at the top of the hill.
My heart still beats as rapid as it did that day when we found the tarp that contained the fragments of little Billy Johnson’s body, the putrid odor of which struck our nostrils like a volcanic ash cloud. I can recall the feeling of every ounce of courage being drained from our bodies when the door swung open to reveal Mr. Shifty standing there dragging a dead goat with a smile on his face as he exclaimed, “I see you came to play with us!” I alone escaped to tell the tale.
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