Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go…. I remembered this photo from years ago and I was curious to find the story I wrote back then…so this is an encore.
Copyright – J Hardy Carroll
This was my home. Never really liked it.
It was a splendid house, filled with gorgeous people surrounded by beautiful things…With shadows lurking in dark corners.
Unwanted hands grabbing whatever they could get, sinister whispers wrapping around innocent souls, heads turning to the other side, pretending not to see what should never be unseen.
It seemed I never really left, towing all that baggage half across the world, with ghosts flying out of my suitcases. In the end, it was not the inheritance that dragged me back, but those persistent ghosts.
I like how you first show how any house, no matter its opulence, can have such shadows in the corner and those who refuse to see. Carrying the shadows and at one point returning to hopefully release them is very powerful.
I really enjoyed this; very well done! I was surprised when the story ended and loved the last line. Hopefully, the ghosts will be gone when she burns the house down. One wonders.
Snow's Fissures and Fractures 
Wow! I like the depth of emotion and creepy feel of this, well done.
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Thank you so much!
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Just lovely. Beautifully crafted
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Thank you Neil!
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Love that last line. Well done.
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Thank you!
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Fire, in many ways, is the ritual of purification and release.
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Yes, as long as you don’t get burned.
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Dear Loré,
Hopefully burning down the house rid her of the ghosts. But I wonder…Well done, full of emotion.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle.
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Crikey!
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😀
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Yes, setting it on fire was the right thing to do!
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Hopefully, the memories went up in flames.
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So much left between the lines in this story. Love it!
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Thank you so much!
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I’m there… haunted protagonist or mentally ill, I’m not sure. But I would read more to find out.
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Glad you liked it.
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The past may be seen differently. Memories may change or be forgotten. But the past and the truth cannot be destroyed. Well done, even in redux.
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Thank you so much.
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Well penned! Some houses can never become a home again. Perhaps they never were.
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This one certainly never was. Thank you for kind words.
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Oh I love this very much.
I think our stories share similar secrets.
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Indeed they do. Your visit is much appeciated.
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I loved the line, “sinister whispers wrapping around innocent souls.” A very intriguing tale.
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Thank you, glad you liked it.
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Great ending 🙂
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Thank you!
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I like how you first show how any house, no matter its opulence, can have such shadows in the corner and those who refuse to see. Carrying the shadows and at one point returning to hopefully release them is very powerful.
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Very kind comment, thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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I really enjoyed this; very well done! I was surprised when the story ended and loved the last line. Hopefully, the ghosts will be gone when she burns the house down. One wonders.
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Much appreciated, thank you!
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Chilling tale. I loved it.
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Thank you!
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