Breadcrumbs Lurk in the Shadows

Flour, Yeast, Salt, Water: these were the four Horsemen of your personal Apocalypse. Some arcane magic called bakery had combined these four disparate elements into a loaf of bread which had subsequently been devoured for reasons long forgotten. But not all of the bread had been eaten.

A few morsels (randomly selected by sheer chance, or determined by some hidden power for this singular destiny - who knew?) had fallen from the bread before the act of engorgement had been completed and had landed on the floor of Paul's lounge. At some stage (your knowledge is unclear at this point), person or persons unknown had taken the step of sweeping the crumbs together into a corner, a corner of Paul's lounge, this corner.

WHERE THEY HAD LAIN EVER SINCE.

Now, try as you might, you find it impossible to ignore them whenever you go into Paul's lounge to watch TV. They lurked there, in the shadows, waiting - for what? You know not.

But you fear. Oh yes.

In the dark they had remained all that time, unseen by human eye; in your terror you cannot help but imagine that some hideous change is gradually befalling the crumbs, transforming them into something unspeakable, something uncanny, something (and you use the word not lightly) - evil.

Of course you have no way of knowing whether such a transformation was indeed in progress, yet you know this much with absolute certainty - the crumbs are to be your doom.

Paul knew as much yet neither sought to remove nor even acknowledge the existence of the breadcrumbs. You occasionally found yourself wondering whether Paul was in fact in league with the crumbs, for surely otherwise he would have removed the crumbs or sought to remove them, or even mention them. But no.

Why it is that this particular evening you find yourself able to shake off your normal terror-induced torpor, you know not. However as the two of you sit, Paul watching static on the TV, you gazing into the dark corner where you know lurk the breadcrumbs, you finally determine a course of action which you hope will rid you of these horrors.

1. you will kill Paul
2. you will seek out a Dust-Buster and confront your mouldy nemesis
3. you will stare ever more intently into the shadows and attempt to destroy the crumbs with your laser vision
4. you will go home to bed

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