Back with some fiction! Many thanks to Rochelle!
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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.
17 thoughts on “The Haunting of Halloween House #flashfiction #amwriting”
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! 🙂
This story is deliciously creepy and left me wanting to turn the page.
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!