Abigail Warmbread went to her neighbour’s house and knocked on the door. Her neighbour, Abigail Crunchycrust, answered the door. Abigail asked, “Hey can I borrow a bucket for a few hours? I’m doing my taxes.” Abigail responded, “Sure, go grab a bucket from the shed. Just make sure you don’t use the blue bucket. The blue bucket is haunted.”

So Abigail walked around the house to the shed. As she approached, the shadows grew longer and the sky grew darker. Somewhere in the distance a crow cawed loudly and then a silence fell. When Abigail’s hand touched the door handle, a shiver went down her spine, for it felt unnaturally cold.

Abigail looked in the shed, her eyes trying to adjust to the dying light and differentiate between the imposing shapes therein. Amidst a collection of rusted shovels and broken rakes and she saw a yellow bucket. She grabbed its handle, then took it back to her own home. She safely avoided using the haunted blue bucket, because she had been properly warned. The End!!!