It was a cold and stormy night. I was sitting in an old armchair, while drinking a cup of tea. The armchair was so old that it was falling apart, and the cup of tea was so hot that I could barely drink it, without having to blow on it hard enough that it goes cold. I was watching old movies, when all of a sudden, the television went out. The window behind the television had been opened by the wind, so I stood up, closed the window, and sat down again. The atmosphere of the room was now different. It felt like someone was watching me. A tall, shadowy figure appeared gradually on the screen. It looked like a dark silhouette, but it did not have a face. It stared at me, and I stared back at it. It said nothing, and neither did I. After a few minutes, the figure disappeared, and so did the storm. It was then that I realised I was dreaming.
Inspired by stories on the Things I'm Making and Creating forum: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/29 Art and story by me.
