DON’T GO THERE

 

 

Photo Copyright: Mike Vore

NOTE: This is late as I’ve had serious server problems. Things seem much better now.

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–July 16th, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt taken by him or sent in by one of the participants in the group of writers. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt. This weeks prompt was sent in by Mike Vore. Thanks, Mike.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/07/16/sunday-photo-fiction-july-16th-2017/

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

DON’T GO THERE by P.S. Joshi

Brian was exploring Millersburg. His dad now had a job there and had moved the family. He especially wanted to investigate the weather-beaten, deserted house on State Street he’d seen as they drove past.

An elderly man was staggering along the street so Brian decided to question him.

“Hey, Mister is that old house on State haunted?”

The man stared at him and shook his head.

“Sonny, don’t go there. It was a terrible place back in the day. The owner held prayer meetings but I heard they wasn’t praying to the Lord in the Bible. No sir.

“A buddy of mine said he peeked in one time and they was making funny chalk marks on the floor. He never went back. Scared the daylights out of him.

“One night there was screaming like people was gettin’ killed. The sheriff and his men went there and they said it was a terrible mess, blood, and bodies everywhere. Don’t go there, son.”

The old man shuffled off mumbling to himself.

Old drunk, Brian thought. He was now more excited than ever.

The house was up ahead. Running to it he slowly ascended the rickety, sagging steps.

No one saw him again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

VISITING

Ghost Town

Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my weekly contribution to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara W. Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture for the story. This week Nortina Mariela helped Barbara choose a photo and subject. Thanks go out to both Barbara and Nortina. Thank you ladies. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box, after clicking on the link, to read the other stories.

The link for all the other stories is as follows:

https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/05/25/mondays-finish-the-story-may-25th-2015/

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 1+13+150=164 Words

VISITING by P.S. Joshi

The only residents remaining in the small town of Miner’s Hill are spirits.

Mom and I rode in my old truck up the rutted mountain road, the noontime sun beating down on us.

Miner’s Hill looks more and more deserted as the years go by. Sagebrush and cacti are taking over the main street. The saloon sign now swings by one hinge in the dry, hot wind. Dust is swirling up in miniature dust devils. Buildings sag under the sheer weight of years.

It’s been about forty years since anyone’s lived here, anyone alive that is. Some don’t believe spirits come out in the day. I’m here to tell them they do.

We pulled up in front of the last house on Main Street. It’s an old two-story, unpainted place. We got out and climbed onto the porch.

“Mind the sagging boards son,” Mom said.

We knocked and waited. Suddenly the door opened with a loud creak.

“You’re late today,” grumbled Grandma’s spirit.

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