The House…

“Keith, is it haunted?”

“Of course not, Lisa… that’s just an old wives tale.”

“But what of the poor souls who lived there? Murdered in their sleep… I hear the screams sometimes.”

“Let’s prove it. We’ll sleep there tonight.”


Lisa woke up under the morning sky, alone, naked.

Keith had disappeared.

So had the house…


55 Fiction written for the 68th week of Thursday Tales, and for Friday Flash 55 hosted by The G-Man. Accompanying image courtesy of Thomas Nielsen, (~TinyPilot), at DeviantArt.


© Leo 17/July/2011

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

22 thoughts on “The House…

    • LOL 😀 Cool, no problem, Daydreamer. Good to have read the poem of yours anyways! 😉

      Lisa and Keith wouldn’t want it either, but it disappeared with one of them unfortunately 😉 😆

    • Hey, The Fool 🙂 Glad you liked it. And yes, I will check it out now and give a shout out! Have fun trying the 55 fiction form 🙂

  1. Oh, ho! This is VERY interesting! It sounds like some of my stories for Saturday Centus! Keep the readers guessing–that’s the ticket!

    Thanks for your comment on my post!

    • Hi Judie 🙂 Glad you found it interesting! I wanted to do it for Centus actually. Maybe expand a little 😀 But dropped by to see just 25 words as the limit this time 😛 So shifted Centus on a haiku this time. Welcome for the comment, I reeally liked yours as well. Got me wanting a return to school days!

  2. Inte-resting! And inte-restingly said. Some spooky night it must have been. You should do more of these… horror seems quite your genre. 😉

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