oww I wanted some tales and adventures
Ben dropped two crumpets in the toaster and pressed down the lever. Nothing beat a couple of crumpets to go with a cup of coffee in the afternoon. Looking around he suddenly realised how dark it had gotten outside. "That's strange, it's the middle of the day" he thought as he leant over to switch on the lights. The expected luminescence flooded the room, but it was short lived. The lights fizzled on and off a few times before settling on a slow dimming into darkness.
The gloom seemed to be imposing into the kitchen, an unpleasant attack of night at the wrong time. The mindless chatter of the radio seemed to struggle against it, the droning of the voices lengthening into scilence.
The relentless whirring of the washing machine was the next to go, the momentum of it's spinning finally giving in to stillness, it's damp contents slumping down, never to finish their spin cycle.
"My crumpets!" cried Ben, expecting the worse as he jumped across the kitchen to check on his toasted snack. The toaster seemed to be working fine, but there was something different. The warming promise of an afternoon treat had gone, replaced with an ominous foreboding in the glow of the filament.
Something wanted Ben to finish his crumpets.....
