Back with some fiction! Many thanks to Rochelle!
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart
The Haunting of Halloween House
Even thirty years later we don’t mention that night as if revealing what we’d experienced, seen, felt, might revive evil. We were Stephen-King-kind-of-terrified.
Going into Holland House on Halloween was supposed to be a joke. None of us believed the stories. Not really. Well. Honestly, I wondered.
“It’s just a house,” Billy said, shining his flashlight over black silhouettes.
We murmured partial agreements.
When we entered the house, the temperature fell about twenty degrees. I shivered.
“Did you hear footsteps?”
A scream. An opaque figure swooping down the grand stairs.
I ran, figuring everyone followed.
I was wrong.
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The deadpan recital makes it all the scarier
Many thanks, Neil! 🙂
you feel invincible when you’re young. live and learn. 🙂
Yes, funny how that changes! 🙂 Thank you!
Fun!–in a Hallowe’en way.
Thank you, Christopher! 🙂
Dear Sascha,
This story is deliciously creepy and left me wanting to turn the page.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you so much, Rochelle!
Your brief story says so much. Very well composed. 🙂
Many thanks, Bill! 🙂
A Steven -King-kind of terrified! Couldn’t be a better description that that 🙂
Many thanks, Linda! 🙂
Sounds fascinating. 👍
this is a very good story, i love how it is short and still intrigues people to read more.
Thank you so much, Syd!