Flash fiction for creative writing class. |
“What the heck is going on?” Tamara yelped as the picture flew off the wall and landed directly behind her. The room spinning with several household appliances all mysteriously animating themselves and as if being willed float around the dark cabinet just off the main hall. The house, La chateau, dormant for years due to the rumors of paranormal activity. “This place is haunted!” Cindy shrieked across the room backing slowly away from the mass of cords flailing like octopus tentacles from the phone line near the mahogany desk. “This is your fault, I never should have come here” Tamara’s eyes welled up as she attempted to fight back her tears and pretend it wasn’t happening. Falling into fetal position and proceeding to shut out the room around her. She felt a tug on her arm, startled she looked up to find Cindy tugging at her to get up. “Come on we have to move!” she barked, the sound ringing through Tamara’s ears. She managed to stand and the two fled out the door and down the dark corridor to the entrance hall. The door would not budge just creek and moan in frustration of their force. Cindy pulled her arm up the large staircase and when they reached the top she felt hand at her back. Falling down the stairs into a whole that opened in the floor her world going dark and an evil cackling. The Johnson family pulled up to the house and met the real-estate agent standing by the front door. “Hello I’m Cindy” “From our conversation on the phone this house is a lovely place” “Well our real estate company has been in business for over a hundred years I am very good at my job sir” she exclaimed with a smirk. |