The House

 Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Week of 03-18-15 

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 150

 The House


The house was at the end of a long driveway and could not be seen from the road because here were overgrown bushes and trees. The history was sketchy, but it was over 150 years old. Once, a lavish home, it was now rundown.


“What are we doing here?” Colin asked.

“We’re looking for ghosts.” responded Mary, “What do you think?”

“There ain’t no ghosts. Rumors is all.” teased Colin.


Just then, the old wooden door creaked open and a dark shadow filled the entryway.


“Run!”, screamed Colin, “Run!”

“It’s only the wind and shadows.” Mary laughed.


Colin’s embarrassment was visible to Mary.


“It could’a been a ghost, now that I think on it.” she reassured him.

“Could’a been.” he responded quickly.


Both left the old house feeling they had done enough ghost hunting for tonight.

Besides, it was dark out and they were told to be home by dark.