The Brass Latch/The shape buddy story 5

I climbed into the recessed shadow along the lower window sill. Before me rested the heavy brass sash lock, tarnished and cold. I extended one hand, pressing my thumb against the curved crescent lever. With slow, unyielding pressure, I forced the metal arc across its strike plate. A heavy mechanical snap echoed through the glass pane, cutting through the dusk. I tilted my head, lingering in the dark as outside shadows settled into place.#MichaelMyers #Halloweenkills #Neca @blackfyre6990