His father scowled.
“So, you’re telling me that the lawnmower is haunted?”
A summertime nightmare.
His father scowled.
“So, you’re telling me that the lawnmower is haunted?”
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.”
Has he got skeletons in his closet or just a skeleton in his closet?
After lashing out at his alarm clock, he could clearly see a skeleton through his open closet door.
Haunting or hooey?
His mother scowled and he backpedaled.
Some very short fiction that I originally wrote for Twitter!
“This is the haunted place?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, doesn’t look like getting inside would be difficult.”
“Getting out is the challenge.”
Imagine this arcade game is haunted. Who is haunting this and why?