Here’s another sneak peak to another short story I’m working on. The idea for it came about yesterday when my wife and I were filling up our own furnace oil tank. Enjoy!
He began to make his way towards the basement door when he stumbled over another of his cats. Squealing the cat ran underneath the dining room table for cover. Matt cursed but wasted no time on the cat and his feet thudded against the wooden steps descending into the unfinished basement. He passed his workout bench and assorted weights scattered over the floor making his way to the furnace oil tank.
Matt leaned forward to read the gauge and immediately felt his blood pressure rise.
“How the fuck can you be empty if we just put in $200 worth of oil a few days ago?” Matt said.
Turning away from the tank Matt began to storm towards the stairs when–
Stopping in mid stride, Matt turned and looked back at the oil tank.
Did that come from inside?