Flash Fiction: Walls Can Talk

The historical house survived, renovated as a tourist attraction. The game paid an absorbent amount to stay. Photographers, TV crews and YouTube stars attempted to capture paranormal activity. A lucrative hoax about to dry up as interest waned. 

Under the night curtain, a plan hatched and cameras rolled. In the shadows, via a secret passage – BANG, BANG! A gunman sprayed bullets. Guests bolted for the staircase. 

BANG, BANG. 

Blood seeped into the wood finishings claiming, the building.

Years Later…
A tour guide stood on the stairs, “This is where the massacre took place. Screams can be heard from within the walls, the sound of the owner being tortured by the souls demanding justice.”