The Haunting (flash fiction)

The Haunting

 

The Old Mill lies abandoned now. It stood derelict for some time until a family bought it and renovated it. They paid no heed to the stories, and moved in once it was ready.

Almost from the start they noticed peculiar things. At night a strange moaning could be heard and there was a continual scraping sound through the house. One morning they all woke up to find scratches on their doors as though it was done with a sharp claw. The father put it down to locals trying to scare them, even though the next house was some distance away.

Then one night there was a great commotion in the living room. The entire family awoke to find tables and chairs floating in the air and then all the knives from the kitchen embedded themselves in the walls around them. That night they quickly left and never returned.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 149

 

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #67.

 

 

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