Flash 55 fiction: Home Sweet Home

I pushed the rotten gate and entered the dilapidated mansion. It felt sweet to be back.

A crisp voice cut through the chilly air- “Better leave this place, son. It’s haunted.” The old man looked ill and pallid.

“But where would I go, Sir,” I said. “This is my home for the last 300 years.”

Flash 55 fiction: I’m back

The black telephone in his bedroom rang piercingly. Sammy picked it up indolently.

“Hello, who is this?”

“Hello Sammy. Maggie here. I’m back.”

“Maggie who?”

“Ah, remember you dumped my body in the lake. I’m back to seek my revenge.”

Sammy’s eyes widened and jaws dropped. The line got disconnected. Then the lights went off……..