Haunted


I stirred from sleep, quickly focusing on the sounds of the old house. I had just moved in a few days earlier.

After the closing, I had stopped for a coffee nearby, and, asked if I was new in town, said I had just bought the blue house up the street.

"That's interesting," the barista had said, with wide eyes. "Didn't they tell you that house was haunted?"

Huh. No one had, actually. "Cool," I answered, shrugging it off. "That'll make for some good party conversations."

Now, though, staring at the ceiling, a little spooked, I wasn't sure about that.

From the 100 Word Stories Podcast 

There are seven stories this week. Mine begins at the 54-second mark.