The #atmosphere was impressive, she’d give him that. An #abandoned warehouse had transformed utterly into a #haunted #mansion for Halloween. The cobwebs, the shadows, the spirits bent on #vengeance–oh, dear. Those weren’t fake. #bravewrite #366FF #ficchills #vssmurder
Tag Archives: microfiction
Who’s Haunting Whom?
The graveyard was #lifeless on every day but Halloween, when the spirits emerged from their dark tombs and forgotten graves. This year, they had an audience who refused to be frightened away. They felt haunted by the little girl watching. #ficchills #vssmurder
A Surprising Confession
“I’m here to confess to that murder on the news.” Sergeant Holt took in the white hair, the bent #back, the #cane. “Ma’am, can I help you get home?” “You don’t think I could #impale a fellow? That’s just #ableism. Why do you think I knit?” #vss365 #flexvss #whistpr #bravewrite
A Nice Cup of Tea
Victoria watched the two old ladies in the corner of the shop sipping tea. It was a pity she couldn’t hear their conversation. “Oh, I like a nice #gruesome #bludgeoning!” one said. The other made a face. “Too messy. I always prefer a quick #impalement.” #366FF #vssmurder
The Suburbs Are Weird
“Why do you have all this zucchini?” I asked, helping Lucy shred it. “I was driving in circles last night, lost in that subdivision Zoe lives in, and #I came across this #horde of #hobgoblins living in a cul-de-sac. They’d had a big #harvest.” #flexvss #whistpr #366FF #bravewrite
Inadequate Pumpkin
She scanned the documents and frowned. “Looks like he’s suing you for #libel? For suggesting his prize pumpkin wasn’t that #large? Is that a euphemism? Oh, #relax!” she said with a #grin. “He’s just trying to get your attention.” #bravewrite #flexvss #vss365 #whistpr
A Tough Stain
“The #ritual didn’t work? And you’re sure you hung the effigy upside down?” The witch frowned. “Go see the #fey down in the hollow if you still want to be rid of him. Tell them I sent you. Show them your scars and they’ll waive the price.” #vssmurder #366FF #mentalhealthprompts
Sleeping With Ghosts
Jules contemplated the crumbling mansion for tonight’s adventure, more concerned about its structural integrity than about any spirits lurking in the shadows. She didn’t believe in ghosts, no matter what she claimed on her blog. That would change tonight. #ficchills #nanofict
Unexpected Ghosts
They’d been on the Haunted Mansion ride dozens of times, but this time, the shadows were deeper, the unearthly wails of disturbed spirits less tinny. As they rounded a corner, something emerged from the tomb, and it wasn’t the comical fellow they were used to. #ficchills
The Corpse at the Carnival
The sun had barely set, but the #carousel was #already deserted. As he took a step closer, crunching a mouthful of #salty-sweet kettle corn, he saw the #corpse and dropped the bag in #fright. How had the fellow met his #demise? As he leaned in, someone emerged from the #shadows.
#bravewrite #vss365 #flexvss #vssmurder #whistpr #366FF #ficchills
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