The Haunting of Cranthorg Manor
It was in the middle of the night when she heard some movement. Lighting a candle to illuminate her way, she set out to investigate, her door creaking loudly as she opened it. In the dark she went down an empty hallway towards the sound, trying to be as quiet as possible. She thought she could feel a presence near her.
I’m the ghost of Cranthorg Manor!” a voice boomed out in the blackness. She laughed.
“No, I’m the ghost of Cranthorg Manor,” she responded. She heard the sound of someone running away. Gliding along, she followed after them.
I wrote this for a prompt, only to find I had misread the prompt which I thought was for a story with a candle in it, but which turned out to be 100 candles. Still, I was pleased with this, so I decided to publish it anyway.
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