Haunted House

“Dare you to spend the night in the haunted house.”

Dave accepted the challenge. He did not fear the old crumbling houseΒ with peeling paint and broken windows. He had spent many afternoons lying under the cherry tree in its backyard.

After dinner, Dave walked up to the house, plopped down on the dusty sofa and went off to sleep. At midnight, the grandfather clock in the living room chimed. Next, Dave heard a blood-curling scream. He jumped off the sofa and ran out of the house screaming.

Some boys were rolling on the floor laughing. Boys will be boys.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

This post is written forΒ Friday Fictioneers.

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