The Iron Ring/the shape buddy story 8

A heavy metal padlock hung suspended from a weathered eye-bolt along the dark fence line. I approached without sound. Lifting one arm, I slipped the flat of my blade through the open shackle, letting the cold iron settle against the steel. With a slow tilt of my wrist, I pushed. The heavy shackle swung forward, striking the damp wooden post with a dull, hollow thud. I held the blade motionless, feeling the faint vibration travel through the handle into my grip until the night fell quiet once more.#MichaelMyers #Halloweenkills #Neca @blackfyre6990