The story game

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New game idea. The person who starts comes up with one or two sentences to start a story. The next person adds another one to two sentences to continue the story. People keep adding a sentence or two. It can take all sort of fun twists and turns. Let’s see where it goes.

I’ll start:

It was a dark and stormy night. Mildred had just brought the cat in for the night.
 
Immediately, Mildred sensed that Scruffs had been spooked by something outside. Peering through the blinds, Mildred saw...or thought she saw...a shadowy, tall figure standing eerily still in her front yard, his (or her?) silhouette clearly outlined with each bright bolt of lightening.
 
At that point, Mildred's power went out. She slowly made her way to her nightstand and grabbed a flashlight. Then she noticed she had forgotten to charge her phone. Her phone was dead.
 
Mildred stiffened. She thought she heard heavy breathing outside her door, and then her lock slowly began to turn.
 
She was not a naturally brave soul, but with her partner away for the past six days and now alone, she instinctively rushed to the door and slammed the two dead bolt locks in place before whoever—or whatever— could creak it open.
 
At this point, her ancient dog finally cracked an eye open and gave a questioning "huff" at her activity. He creakily got to his feet and shuffled towards the door, coming to a halt when she grabbed his collar.
 
Now with her pets safely in the house and the two deadbolts on the front door securely locked, Mildred retreated to her upstairs bedroom.
 
Climbing into her bed she pulled the covers up around her. She trembled and thought, is my mind playing tricks on me?
 
Her mind raced and her heart pounded as she realized she didn't have the strength to open any of the upstairs windows. The only way she could escape was going back downstairs. The rain hammered her tin roof and it was impossible to know if the intruder was still outside her door.
 
She needed weapons! What did she have in the house that she could use?
 
She glanced under the bed to see if the ceremonial rhinestone-encrusted spade, a gift from the mayor for winning the local gardening competition three years ago, was still there...
 
Now, down on her hands and knees, shoving aside the dusty suitcase filled with old family photos she kept meaning to sort, frantically pulling out cat toys, a sock, that book she forgot about, scrabbling blind in the dark. "Where is it? Where is it?" she finally touched the handle, hooked her fingers and pulled it slowly out...
 
A quarter mile away lived Mildred’s nearest neighbors, the four R’s as she called them (Roger, Ruth, and the two teenagers, Robbie and Rose). Roger noticed that Mildred’s house had lost power, but as he was about to hop in his truck to go check on her, he realized the two teens were not in the house. A bad night to be out, he thought. The mystery deepened when he saw Robbie’s old Toyota still parked in the driveway.
 
As Roger dashed for flashlights to take with him, shadowy figures were seen through the bright lightening just outside Mildred's front door. He changed course and dashed for the phone to call the police instead.
 
Who could be lurking outside Mildred's door and would the police get there in time? Another bolt of lightening ripped through the angry sky.
 
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