A Bucket of Fear

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-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….


 Copyright – Mary Shipman

For years she felt malice pouring out of the walls, sticking to the soles of her shoes, tugging at the split ends of her hair. The real estate agent assured her it would sell quickly, but after eternity on the market, she lost any hope. The day the bedroom window shattered and pieces cut across her back, she finally found the courage to pack her suitcase. It was no surprise when the staircase crumbled beneath her, sending her flying to the basement floor. Lying there, limbs impossibly twisted, she could swear a voice snickered from above: “Going somewhere, Missy?”

haunted_house1Today I tip my hat to the endless stream of horror movies that I enjoyed watching as a kid. Over the years I lost my taste for that genre, not sure if that’s because of me growing up or quality slipping down.
Anyway, here’s to all those scary nights and monsters under the bed.