I broke into the attic of the abandoned cottage for a dare. Carrying my small axe and torch, I walked over the creaking boards and saw nothing but a desk.
There was an old phone, lamp and typewriter. I pulled out the paper which was covered by a single word repeated over and over again; Help!
‘What the….?’ I trailed.
Behind me, the attic door snapped shut. I spun to look and a handcuff was slammed onto my wrist, imprisoning me to the desk.
A voice from the darkness spoke, ‘the replacement is here, Sir. Shall I brief him?’
(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2020/02/27/three-line-tales-week-213/ with thanks).
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