Three Prompts, and A Ghostly Tale

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Wraith, monopolize, and I heard a voice calling out my name from inside the house, and when I opened the door…

I heard a voice calling out my name from inside the house and when I opened the door I was faced with an empty room full of nothing but dust. The last time I was in this house I was ten years old. My mates monopolized the game, but I was just as culpable.

She stood there, with her arms folded against her chest, and told us to leave her home. I should have called someone, it wasn’t right how they rifled through her ornaments, and stole anything of value.

It was only when she clutched her heart, that they left. I couldn’t leave – she reminded me of my own grandmother. I called the ambulance. Stayed with her, until her heart finally broke.

Now her wraith, a ghostly form in a blue nightdress, stands in front of me. I never told on my friends, but one by one they paid for one night’s work.

Her last words clear – Make them pay dear, make them pay.

Only now, with the last proof in her hands, she fades away. ‘Thank you,’ she says.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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