This week, I decided to give it a try. She usually posts a picture to use as a prompt, but this week used a mental image instead. Some of the stories that resulted are chilling, so that's also what I've attempted with mine.
I'll warn you - it's not my usual fare. In fact, it prompted my husband to ask, "Where did that come from?" I think I scared him. :)
At any rate, the photo I found will scare you:
Is becoming a Delta Rat worth searching the morgue in the middle of the night? At least the other initiate, Todd, is here searching for clues too.
The drawer’s icy handle nips my hand.
A dead body!
Next drawer. Whew! It’s empty. A note flutters in the cool draft.
Lie on the slab. You’ll know when your time’s up.
I lie down. Close my eyes. Wait.
Todd whispers, “Time’s up.”
I start to sit up, then . . .
He slams it shut!
I scream. “What the—”
Cold. Pitch black.
He taps the drawer. “Sorry. You lose.”