Can you write a cliffhanger [details inside]?

Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to be continued…

Sweating in the febrile darkness, the moist tension beneath his fingers gave suddenly – plunging his hand forward into the warm, yielding, interior of her…

Joe MacNormal was sitting in front of the tube, watching the evening news, when he heard like a tapping sound in the bathroom. He had no pets, and his wife would be late from work. Nobody was here. But the sound insisted…tap…tap…tap…it sounded like someone was gently striking the sink, the tub or perhaps the toilet with their finger. The sound was clear, like a little bell, but it also seemed to come from within…tap…tap…tap…
Joe gets up to see, and walks towards the can…tap…tap…tap…

It was a dark and stormy Halloween night.
Dusk fell on the gloomy mountains and the wind howled like like the grim reaper himself.
There were no trick or treaters on this hill.
suddenly, from the bowels of the forest rose an anguished scream.

Drifting upwind across the rocky ravine below the house.
The sound was unlike anything she had ever heard before!

Pulling on her boots she raced out to the deck, just in time to see…....

@Coloma That’s pretty good lol.

And so the last of the votes were tallied up…..it was a close race, but the next President of the United States is….........(To be continued in 2012!)

True story:

In 1967, there were two young women, related by marriage, who worked at the local ice cream shop in a small, southern town in Virginia USA. One night, the store was robbed, and both women were shot. The investigation into the robbery and double murder lasted over 40 years.

This year, new light was shed on the case, potentially solving a long-lasting mystery that still caused fear and intrgue for the locals. Someone who had few months to live admitted to being the killer in this robbery. The confessor was not only related to the victims, but possibly was involved in a tryst with the investigating police officer, leading to the birth of their child…

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
This post is a rhyme…

to be continued!

@Pied_Pfeffer Or that the investigating officer was the father of the perpetrator . . .

Rain had all but ruined this Halloween. And yet, I continued trudging through the rain-slicked streets, wet leaves stuck to the soles of my shoes. But these troubles were far from my mind, because at last, I had reached the final stop on our Trick or Treat tour. One final house, and all of my hard work would be validated. I walked up this, the final sidewalk, and up to the door. The house, they said, had been vacant for years. But I never believed it. I’ve seen things, shapes in the windows, on some nights. Someone or something was behind this door, and if there was candy to be had from it, then why not? I raised my hand, slowly, and rung the doorbell upon reaching the doorstep. I waited for what seemed an eternity…I heard something, something…not human, and saw the doorknob turn slowly. The door creaked open. At a snail’s pace, my eyes traveled up what stood before me, when suddenly….
To be continued…

“How could I have been such a fool,” she thought, as she clutched her clothes to her body, doing the best she could to cover her nakedness. Sitting in the middle of her living room floor, she’d never felt so alone…

“Some people are on the pitch, they think it’s all over….......”

…vomit sodden, gelatinous, corpse.

(what, it was Halloween, were you expecting something else?)

—Yesterday, on Fluther!!!—
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
This post is a rhyme
Now, the Thrilling Conclusion!
To be continued.

Misa Cruz walked up the wooden ladder that led to the attic.
Almost above she felt the second to last round break under her feet, but luckily she could just hold her balance by grabbing a piece of rope that was in reach on the attic floor…...
To Be Continued

,...placed there by rebbel, in order to finish his sentence.

”........it is now!”

continued

…just in time to see….a cougar skulking off into the misty darkness with the neighbors cat in it’s mouth.
There was nothing to be done except to undertake the unsavory task of being the messenger of gloom.
Poor little “Timmy”, his long and distinguished reign as king of the barn cats had come to a tragic end, the predator had become the prey.
She reached for the phone….. true story, R.I.P. Timmy :-(

Thanks, @ucme and @Coloma!
I knew I could count on you to finish your sentences.
Although @ucme‘s was not a surprise…, think I heard it a few times before (Question of Sport?) ;-)

I’d have been amazed if you didn’t anticipate the ending @rebbel.
The greatest day in English football history….thus far!!
There was another sports based quiz show called They Think It’s All Over hosted by Nick Hancock, much funnier.