The Haunting of Cranthorg Manor (flash fiction)

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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.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

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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6 thoughts on “The Haunting of Cranthorg Manor (flash fiction)

      1. Hmm… some probably get amused. Others probably offended. I think if you can pretend to be a specific ghost, you might be paying better “homage” to them. A ghost in general, however, is probably just ignorant of their pains and makes light of their experiences.

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