Hello again, Story Club members.

I'm Ivy, your ghostly host with the most and keeper of the strangest, spookiest tales on Earth.

Today is another Ivy's chilling tale.

This mechanized tale story club members might make you never want to own a robot vacuum

cleaner. It's one I call Faster Roomba Kill Kill. The thunder rumbled through the old fix-it shop.

Easton was soldering some wires to a circuit board. At first, he thought the thunder was a stomach as he was starving,

but when the second rumble happened, shaking the walls,

he knew they were in for a big, big storm.

Easton's dad was repairing a vacuum cleaner, but then he suddenly stopped.

Oh no.

What is it, Dad?

I completely forgot that it was going to storm today, and I left the windows of the house open.

Well, then, maybe we should just kick off work for the rest of the afternoon and go home.

Easton Teased.

Don't be a smart Alec, Easton.

Mrs. Danvers wants this old ratty vacuum cleaner fixed within the hour.

His dad grabbed the car keys.

You hold down the fort, son, and I'll go quickly close the windows at home.

Shouldn't be gone for more than 20 minutes.

Okay, dad, don't get too wet out there.

You've already had one shower today.

Easton's dad rolled his eyes, though he couldn't help but smile.

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