I was awakened by screams, from somewhere inside the house.
Grabbing the nearest thing I could find (table lamp) I leapt from my bed and, silently, crept into the hallway.
Through the dark and down the stairs, I didn’t see him ‘til I’d tripped over him.
Clad in black, hunting knife inches from his outstretched hand, neck twisted at the sort of angle you don’t recover from, look of horror frozen on his face. I don’t know what happened, I hope never to learn.
But from that moment on, I was cool with the fact that the place was haunted.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Ghost, Short story
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