I’m early this week! Yippee! Thank you as always to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers!
Since “paranormal” seems to be winning in my NaNoWriMo poll (see here), I thought I’d better start practicing.
Me afraid? Just because it’s Halloween, pitch-black, and the wind slides leaves like skeletal feet on concrete, and I’m alone in the haunted castle? Noooooo.
Somehow, I drift to sleep.
An icy grip awakens me. The pale boy frowns. “I have to leave you now. But they will come. They came for me.”
He disappears. He looked familiar, like the little neighborhood boy who died here one Halloween during a dare. Scared to death, some say.
I’m done. They can call me a coward.
My palm cups the door handle as the bolt snaps into place by unseen fingers.