Game of Thrones

The Ghost of Martin Mansion - Flash Fiction

Daily Flash Fiction Challenge  (13+) Enter your story of 300 words or less. #896794 by Arakun the twisted raccoon

Prompt ▼

Write a story with the line "Let's get out of here in it. 00 words

Word Count: 285

The Ghost of Martin Mansion

The wooden door creaked like a rusted gate when Natasha turned the brass handle and pushed it open.

"Do you think we should be here?" asked Olga, her BFF.

"Sure!" she retorted, "Why are you afraid?"

"Well...it is rumored it's haunted, and Mrs. Totson claims she's seen weird things happening in the middle of the night.

"Oh, Olga. Mrs. Totson is an old busybody and half-blind. Come on, let's have a look around. Let's start upstairs. That is where Mrs. Totson claims she sees the light move from window to window."

Natasha grabbed Olga by the arm and began to pull her up the stairs behind her. They were about to take the last step onto the second floor when a peal of deep laughter echoed throughout the old mansion. The two girls froze.

"Did you hear that?" Olga whispered, tightening her grip around Natasha's wrist.

"Yes," squeaked Natasha. Pointing to the middle of the three rooms occupying the second floor, she whispered, "It came from in there!"

Together, they inched closer to the middle door. Natasha placed her fingertips against the doorstile and slowly pushed it open.

Natasha gasped. "Come on, let's get out of here!" Upon hearing the girls, a masked man jumped up and yelled, "George! There are a couple of kids here, and they saw the loot on the table. Help me get them!"

Natasha and Olga fled down the stairs and out the door. They stopped at Natasha's house.

"Dad...the men that robbed the bank last week are held up in the old Martin Mansion. We saw them."