I wrote “The Haunted Caboose” in early 2017. This short story was later published in March of that year. Although the original remains online, this post consists of a recently reworked version of the original story.
Staying several steps ahead of her younger sister, Jessica periodically checked to confirm a matchbook remained securely in her back pocket. A full fuel can was slowly growing heavy in her left hand. She carried a golf club in the other.
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His father scowled.
“So, you’re telling me that the lawnmower is haunted?”
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A collection of very short fiction from my Twitter (@jojascully).
“Then what?” he asked.
“We wait,” she responded.
“What if the creature doesn’t come out?”
“We go under the bed after it.”
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Spare the planchette and spoil the child.
“Where are your parents?”
“My Mom and Dad went to check something in the attic a few days ago and never came back down.”
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A collection of ominous short fiction from my Twitter account (@jojascully).
The mine shaft erupted in flames.
“Well, you found me,” Satan said pushing a drill out of the way. “Now, which way to the surface?”
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Inspired by my favorite book as a child (“The Little Red Caboose That Ran Away”), this originally appeared with Workshop (defunct online journal of short fiction).
“We just don’t need you,” the railroader said. “We don’t need any cabooses.”
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I doubted the entire experience – but this was no dream.
“First things first,” Cozy Truck snarled, “get me out of this yard.”