The following is part of a “shared storytelling event” over at I Saw Lightning Fall . We were tasked to write a scary story of exactly 100 words in length. This is my attempt.
It’s the feeling on the back of your neck when you’re alone in a darkened room. Are you really alone?
The voice in the back of your mind. Did you leave on the stove?
The prickle at your ear. Are they laughing about you?
The drive through the rural forest on a cold autumn night, the trees branches casting their shadows in your rear view. Do they not resemble long skeletal fingers reaching for you?
That headache you’ve nightly endured these past many months. Didn’t your favorite aunt have brain cancer?
Ghosts are real my friend. Oh yes they are.