Old Mary Maddox
“What the hell are those?” asked Joan, pointing.
“Oh. Old Mary Maddox loved to collect souvenirs. They say she got those from haunted houses she visited across Europe.”
“Messing with me already?” she asked, laughing.
“Not at all. Legend says the ashes are still inside, and they’re so heavy, the urns can’t be moved from there, other than by Mary herself.”
“No effin way, Joe!” she said, just as one of the little prank urns fell at her feet and broke.
“Aieeeee…! Mary Maddox!” I shouted, and then watched gleefully as my sister turned pale and bolted out the door!
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
2nd November, 2017)