This is a picture story. I choose a picture that had a name and a line and had to use the line in the story. The title also had to be the same that was given. There are many of these out in the world.
One day Mr. Reynolds, who was 73 and had lived alone since his wife had died, found a bump in the rug. Unaware of the happenings that would follow, Mr. Reynolds stepped on the bump. The moment he did hundreds of bumps appeared. The more he stepped on the bumps, the more bumps appeared. But that is not what made Mr. Reynolds was nervous . No, it was when the bumps stared to move. He tried and tried to get rid of the bumps, he vacuumed them, he hit them with a broom and he poured water on the mysterious bumps, until finally he gave up on getting rid of the bumps. He went to bed and when he woke up the bumps were all gone.
Two weeks passed and it happened again. Except this time it was worse, there was double the bumps on the floor. He didn’t even know how it was possible for so many bumps to fit into his small house. But just like the last time, the next morning when he awoke, the bumps were all gone. The bumps came and went as they pleased, and after a while the bumps started appearing on the walls and as they came and gone, Mr. Reynolds got a little crazier each time.
People wouldn’t believe him when he told them about the bumps. The people in the town started to talk, but he didn’t care, he knew they were real. When his children found out that their father was seeing bumps they didn’t think twice about sending him to an old folk’s home. Mr. Reynolds fought his children through the whole ordeal, he didn’t want to leave his home, it was the only place he felt safe anymore and the bumps were his only friends anymore. The only fond memory he had of his new “home” was that this is where he used to come visit his grandfather.
The third day Mr. Reynolds was at the old folk’s home the bumps started to appear in his room when no one else was around. When he mentioned them to a nurse she quickly told a doctor who put on some heavy medication for a few days. The next time the bumps came back he told no one out of fear that they would put him on the heavy medication again. These bumps became his only friends in the home and he started to keep to himself more and more. The others just did not understand the bumps. He was not hallucinating, the bumps were real and he knew it.
When the leaves started to turn that ugly color of brown and fall to the ground where children would jump and stomp on them to make them crunch, Mr. Reynolds was found in his room. When the nurse found him he was stone cold with bumps all over his skin. They never determined what had killed him, they simple said it was of old age. His children found it hard to believe that now both their parents were dead.
When Mr. Reynolds youngest grandson came home after his grandfather’s funeral he was playing in his room when a strange bump appeared on the floor near his bed.
One day Mr. Reynolds, who was 73 and had lived alone since his wife had died, found a bump in the rug. Unaware of the happenings that would follow, Mr. Reynolds stepped on the bump. The moment he did hundreds of bumps appeared. The more he stepped on the bumps, the more bumps appeared. But that is not what made Mr. Reynolds was nervous . No, it was when the bumps stared to move. He tried and tried to get rid of the bumps, he vacuumed them, he hit them with a broom and he poured water on the mysterious bumps, until finally he gave up on getting rid of the bumps. He went to bed and when he woke up the bumps were all gone.
Two weeks passed and it happened again. Except this time it was worse, there was double the bumps on the floor. He didn’t even know how it was possible for so many bumps to fit into his small house. But just like the last time, the next morning when he awoke, the bumps were all gone. The bumps came and went as they pleased, and after a while the bumps started appearing on the walls and as they came and gone, Mr. Reynolds got a little crazier each time.
People wouldn’t believe him when he told them about the bumps. The people in the town started to talk, but he didn’t care, he knew they were real. When his children found out that their father was seeing bumps they didn’t think twice about sending him to an old folk’s home. Mr. Reynolds fought his children through the whole ordeal, he didn’t want to leave his home, it was the only place he felt safe anymore and the bumps were his only friends anymore. The only fond memory he had of his new “home” was that this is where he used to come visit his grandfather.
The third day Mr. Reynolds was at the old folk’s home the bumps started to appear in his room when no one else was around. When he mentioned them to a nurse she quickly told a doctor who put on some heavy medication for a few days. The next time the bumps came back he told no one out of fear that they would put him on the heavy medication again. These bumps became his only friends in the home and he started to keep to himself more and more. The others just did not understand the bumps. He was not hallucinating, the bumps were real and he knew it.
When the leaves started to turn that ugly color of brown and fall to the ground where children would jump and stomp on them to make them crunch, Mr. Reynolds was found in his room. When the nurse found him he was stone cold with bumps all over his skin. They never determined what had killed him, they simple said it was of old age. His children found it hard to believe that now both their parents were dead.
When Mr. Reynolds youngest grandson came home after his grandfather’s funeral he was playing in his room when a strange bump appeared on the floor near his bed.
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