Bite the Dust

The Head of the Storm Falls Daily was upset, although "upset" wouldn't be enough to describe his anger.

The previous reporters were involved in major cases, one ended up on a cloud and the other died because his brains were melted thanks to what police say a large soundwave.

Now the Head has sent me and Charlie to investigate the Electric Bungalow. Last we heard of the people of the Bungalow was that they partied at some guy's house, in broad daylight.

Although we both agreed not to go anywhere near the Electric Bungalow, Charlie and I decided to go our separate ways in finding out information.

I went and got an early sleep. Maybe going out early would be safer.

By the time I got out of the house all dressed up, I saw a large gush of wind within the distance. It became louder piercing my ear drums, then it was the color of sand, dark yellowish kind of.

"Sandstorm!" said a neighbor who just happened to be jogging. He ran into the opposite direction.

I ran back into the house, grabbing my phone to call Charlie. "Charlie! There's a sandstorm, don't go out-"

I stopped as I saw the dust from the sand storm going through the bottom gap of my door, approaching me before forming itself into a humanoid.

"The Electric Bungalow sends its regards." the dust humanoid said before he punched me, causing me to drop my phone.

Electric Bungalow is really getting on my nerves, as if all the weird things happening wasn't enough. I threw punches of my own but the dusty humanoid grabbed me by the shoulders, before its eyeless face formed an extra arm and shoved dust and sand into my mouth. Another hand form from its mouth and pushed my head, causing my mouth to bite the dust.

I coughed heavily as the dust entered my lungs, and I felt weak now.

"Stay away from the Electric Bungalow" the humanoid said before disappearing into the outside, just as the sandstorm began to rip parts of my front window, and heading straight to me.

I closed my eyes as the sandstorm was going to seal my fate.