Flash Fiction: Walls Can Talk

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here. 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 … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Walls Can Talk

Flash Fiction: Nightmare Cafe

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson for Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.    "Welcome to Nightmare Cafe. A place of fine dining and where your wildest dreams come true. Order the catch of the day or become the catch of the day. A shiver of sharks and pods of … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Nightmare Cafe

Flash Fiction: Haunted Cove

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook for Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.   Her heart tried to break through her chest. Could they hear it? Give away her hiding location? She crouched low, willing her frame to be as small as possible. Time slowed down. Every now and then … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Haunted Cove

Flash Fiction: Nature’s Ladder

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot for Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers I lived in that house once. The family home. The yard immaculately kept. What have they done to my grounds? Weeds dominate the cracks in the pavement. Vines intertwine creating nature’s rope from the second floor to ground. Do they know their teenage daughter climbs down … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Nature’s Ladder

Flash Fiction: Living Bricks

  What the heck is that growing out of the window? A mole? A hive? Cancer? Get a ladder to cut it out or perform surgery from the inside? The owners want to sell. It will have to be to other witches. Humans tend to freak and wind up in mental institutions when they discover … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Living Bricks

Flash Fiction: Ground Zero

  Out of her dirty car window, she saw the house demolished. She waited for relief to hit her, making the world ok again. It never came. Instead, her emotions were as flat as the ground before her. Should have stayed away… no, had to make sure. The house of horrors reduced to nothing more … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Ground Zero

Flash Fiction: The Door

Knock, knock. Hello God are you there? No? The knob isn’t warm. Must be safe to enter. A kid peers out the window, comforting. Innocence. Although, I can’t see his eyes. Do they glow red? Can his head swing backwards? I saw that movie. Bet the walls are painted green with puke? Danger, danger. Step … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Door