Okay, so I’ve got an idea. First time posting, but I think you’re really gonna love this one. What if…and hear me out…what if there was a horror story…about termites.
Yep, just give that a moment to sink in. All the horror movies I’ve ever seen, all the horror books I’ve read, and it’s all been scary people with knives, spooky ghosts and creepy zombies. What about a family who have to move out of their home and call the Frankston termite inspection folks, because they weren’t careful about bringing damp wood into the house. I’m not sure why I picked Frankston; maybe because the sea breeze would make it very cold if you were forced out of your house and had to stand there waiting for a taxi.
But seriously, what would be worse? Imagine the flowing language that could create their scene of woe, the different reactions of the characters as they realise the individual folly that lead to the downfall of their household. Oh, and that’s where it would end, because I want it to be a typical horror ending. Did the taxi arrive? Did they get a new house? Maybe someone forgot to update the insurance so their lives were ruined. In a way, this will be a cautionary tale to all those who maybe thought about getting a termite inspection but brushed it off. They will read, clutch their hearts,maybe let out an audible gasp at their own foolishness. Perhaps they will curse their own foolishness, and Dandenong pest control folks will have one more house to save from total annihilation. How about that, ey? Not quite the impact of your average horror novella…