The Dink Network

At the other forum I go to we do this in October every year.
It's a game called Continue The Story.

(Something you would enjoy krisknox)
EXAMPLE
Poster 1: Once upon a time there was a fairly who lived in a dung heap.
Poster 2: One day his dung heap house was struck by lightning.
and so on and so forth.

No obscenity! (THAT MEANS YOU SKURN!)
limit of sentences per post is 3-4 (5 Is exceptional if you don't do it too many times.)
Lets try to make this a long story!
Let us get started.

Scarecrow
It is Saturday 2 A.M. I lay awake in my bed unable to sleep. The thunder clapping and the flashing lightning outside was preventing me from getting the sleep I needed. Giving up trying to sleep, I got out of bed and went to the window to watch the storm. Looking out the window I could see the rain drenched corn field, and my scarecrow.

While looking around admiring all of the work I've done, I notice a little movement happening around some of the corn right by the scarecrow. Deciding to investigate I start to get dressed in appropriate attire and go outside. Once I finally make my way to the looming scarecrow, I find a little kitten hiding underneath is, trying to hide from the rain, I reach out a hand to show I'm friendly.

(Does the story have to be spooky or anything or any kind of theme)

"What are you doing here, little fella?" I asked as I picked the kitten up.
It purred at my warm touch and mewled at me pitifully.
I quickly took it into my house and dried it off before placing it in a makeshift warm bed with my portable heater nearby.

After a while, the kitten went to sleep on my bed, and I decided to read a good ol' book while drinking some tea and sit on my favourite armchair. After an hour or so, I heard a sound coming from the attic....

(Does the story have to be spooky or anything or any kind of theme)

(Yes. Try to make it spooky. IT'S OCTOBER!)
Back to the story.
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The noise was a loud scraping sound. I left my room and went to the attic door. Then there was a loud boom, and then the lights went out. It was dark, dark and cold.

Once I had gotten up to the attic, I turned on my phone's flash-light and started looking around. Then the light shone onto a large figure on the floor.... it was my great grandma's china collection and behind it was the little kitten who happened to be scratching the floor, preparing a little bed area."How did you do that!?" I said to myself, after regaining myself, I picked the kitten up and started walking back down the stairs/ladder/escalator, but then I started to hear another noise back in the attic, it sounded like wood scratching against wood.

Alternate Version
Once I had gotten up to the attic, I turned on my phone's flash-light and started looking around. I scanned the room with the light until I noticed something odd in the corner. I slowly started to creep up to the thing and then it jumped out. 'BOO!' said Skurn, it seemed like he was making the noise and trying to give me a good scare, after slapping him in the face, we went downstairs. Once we got out of the attic, we were face to face with a scarecrow that was just planted firmly in the hallway. Skurn being Skurn, tried putting a hat on it.

I gently stroked the kitten's fur, taking comfort in it, and ascended the stairs once more.
I held my phone out, letting the light split the darkness apart.
I took a few steps in, looking around for the source of the noise.
Suddenly, though it was fully charged, the phone blinked off, leaving me trapped in crushing darkness.
And then the kitten hissed.

After that, it jumped and scratched my neck, and ran off into the darkness.
I started feeling my way around the room, trying to find the door.
Suddently I heard a loud girl scream coming from downstairs. I started running towards it, but, alas, not seeing anything, I ran into a wall and passed out..

When I finally came to, it was already light outside. I was so confused.

I went up the attic again to look, if this was only a dream.
I saw the kitten sleeping on the floor, making a quiet "meow".
I looked on the clock, which said it was midnight.
"This can't be, it's bright outside", I thought, when suddenly everything got dark again.
Through the window of my attic I could see the moon.

(Sorry, five sentences, but it had to be.)

(Sorry, five sentences, but it had to be.)
That's okay.
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Then that infernal scraping noise started again. I held my breath and just listened.

It felt like I waited hours.
Finally the noise stopped and everything was quiet.
The moonlight fell through the window on the clock.
It still was midnight.

I stumbled through the house looking for the gun rack...