25/08/2026
The Call from the Shed -
Things are starting to change.
As another month draws closer, the days begin to darken early. The evenings arrive before I am ready for them, swallowing the garden in long, crooked shadows.
And then I hear it.
A call from the shed.
Not a voice exactly. More like a whisper carried beneath the wind. A rustling. A scraping. Something moving where nothing should be moving.
The skeletons and monsters that hide inside are calling to me.
They beckon me to come outside.
At first, I tell myself it is only the wind.
But tonight, the shed door is open.
And something inside is waiting............
