Flash Fiction / Fudged Up Fairy Tales

Flash Fiction: The Haunt

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PHOTO PROMPT © Carole Erdman-Grant for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.

It didn’t look like much, but it was theirs — a place for kids to hang out. No adults allowed. Of course, if the oldies knew about the haunt, they would freak. A danger zone!!! 

Kids will be kids. They claimed the derelict building as their clubhouse and spray-painted names on the walls to mark their territory. The children played games, told stories, and always returned home as the sky turned orange-pink — until they didn’t. The minors vanished without a trace, only their paint remained. The blame rested with the parents… dodgy deals were made. 

The Pied Piper always comes back for his children. 

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Note:
This story is a modern retelling of the famous German fairytale/folklore/historical event, “The Pied Piper’.

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    1. I’m not sure what the piper did with the kids. I know historically, there is a theory based on evidence, that the kids ended up settling villages in nearby countries. German surnames pop up in records. But the folk tales are very grim. Chilling.

      Thanks L!

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      1. I think I would prefer it if the Piper didn’t own the building. There’s something very alluring about the idea of a penniless musician owning only his pipe and his motley; and wreaking such havoc on conventional society!

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