I don't want haunted bogies.

Arthur's doing a song and dance routine.

He's incinerated a chess set.

The station master's collapsed.

Now he's deceased.

Drunken hijinks.

I think they're heading for an orgy.

"Look! Knobs!"

Mystery woman in need of help.

Car crash.

Needless shooting.

It's all going Scooby Doo.

Manly punch.

Smugglers! Or something!

"Knobs!"

The End.

That was rubbish. They could have cut it down to half an hour if they'd done it right.

Now to look back at the thread and see what everyone else made of it.

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

There's a gigantic spider decided to perch three feet from where I'm sitting. I'm having to keep a close eye on it to see what it's getting up to.

It didn't get up to anything.