Even IDK at this point

Every night footsteps appeared down main street. They came in pairs, wound around streetlamps and across benches, and always disappeared before they reach the end of the street.

There, about waist high, was a series of chalk lines marked on the wall. They didn't know where it led, but they didn't have much of a choice.

He found it in an alley one night. He probably should have left it there.

"Look, have you seen the size of some of those things? That's not just a craft tool, that's a weapon."

For just a moment, a bright light lit up the end of the cave, stretching from one end to the other and bringing everything into stark relief. In that brief split second, they almost wished they didn’t know what was on the other side.

Water fell from the sky in hazy sheets, bringing something with it that didn’t belong in the sky at all.

A very strange ad appeared in the newspaper today.

"If you don't stop messing with the weather I'm going to smack you."

It was quite unfortunate that nobody made a bigger fuss about the fence.

The plague swept through the town in a blaze of sunlight and warmth.

In retrospect, kidnapping a mob boss's yappy little show dog for ransom might not have been their best idea.