A Slotted Screw/the shape buddy story 7

Moving out from beneath the porch, I walked along the damp perimeter to the open doorway of the wooden shed. Near the floor on the inner doorframe, an exposed steel hinge caught the afternoon gloom. A large flathead screw sat loose, its head protruding slightly from the raw grain. I stepped closer, unhurried. Raising the tip of my right blade, I wedged the point into the narrow slot. With a firm, deliberate twist, the metal screw turned a half rotation deeper into the wood with a sharp, dry creak. I lowered my arm and stood still, watching the dust settle.#MichaelMyers #Halloweenkills #Neca @blackfyre6990