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The Thing

“Not again”, Ken Willard cursed aloud, raising his head to examine what was coming down from the old, dented rusting ceiling of his garage. He thought to himself what can it be. It came down again, he was anxious to know what it was.

“Laura, come and look at this”, Laura was his wife, 46 years old, had long curly greasy hair, and had a cheap tatty dress on.

“What” she asked him as if he was wasting some of her precious time.

He got a white soft tissue and covered the thing, which was coming from the ceiling.

“Err, what the hell is that,” she shouted, looking densely at that ‘thing’, as her eyes were glued to it.

“Look, it’s coming down again” he shouted while looking at her.

They both looked at each other in horror, they were scared with what was coming down from the ceiling.

“I’d better go up and see what’s coming down” Ken hesitated.

          Ken opened the dirty grey garage door, with his ladder in his other hand, drips of sweat were pouring down his pale yellowish face as he putted the ladder in position against the garage.

“You need any help out there? Asked his wife Laura

“No thanks, im fine.

He began his descent up the ladder, heading towards the top roof of the garage.

He slipped.

“Help” he yelled out with a worrying look on his face which now poured out more sweat.” Help” he repeated as his toe hesitantly slipped from the bottom leg and caught the brass knuckle off the tip of the ladder. Unfortunally no one heard him, and his left hand somehow caught the hinge of the gutter, which was connected to the garage roof.

“Did I hear a yell?” shouted Laura as she walked slowly to come out of the garage door and see what was going on outside.

“I’m alright now dear, nearly a fatal accident just waiting to happen” as he got back into position to see what was on the garage rooftop. He now looked quite scared not knowing what it was going to be, he thought to himself could it be a alien, no it can’t be he thought, well what can it be, as he’s brain cells began to start thinking

She now looked at him, she pointed up and said “what is it”, he just hesitated and suddenly slowly sweat still coming out of his now wet body.

He raised his head and stared at the object for a couple of seconds. Then his feet accidentally slipped from the ladder and his head crashed the floor as he fell, it was as though he collapsed, properly did.

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Laura shouted, there was no reply, she shouted again “Ken, Ken” still no reply. She feared the worst but quickly kneeled down to her bear knees which showed her brown tatty big red fat skin knickers flawing across the floor, “help” she repeatedly screamed knowing not what next to do to save her husband’s life.

 A man who had heard her scream was now running over from his garden across the road from where he was watering his garden.

“Dave, help me, it’s Ken, I think he’s dying” cried Laura, now in tears because she feared the worst.

“Laura you ...

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