It was Hank and Gabriel’s second wedding anniversary. Last year, they went to New York to see Phantom of the Opera. This year, they would do something Hank liked.
As they hiked through the woods, Gabriel complained the entire time.
“I hope you know where you’re going.”
“Are you lost? You need me to set a path of bread crumbs for you?”
“Ha, ha. Very funny.”
After an hour, they emerged from the forest to stand before an old, Victorian era mansion.
“Creepy,” Gabriel whispered.
“Hmm, let’s camp in there tonight.”
“Are you nuts?!”
Hank took her by the hand. “C’mon. What are you afraid of? I doubt anyone’s home,” he said with a wink.
“No one alive, maybe.”
The front door was already cracked, and they stepped inside. Immediately, Gabriel fell into a fit of coughs for all the dust in the air. She turned to leave, but the door suddenly slammed shut and a latch fell into place.
Between Gabriel’s coughs and heaves for air, Hank heard a screechy voice say, “Who’s there?”
word count: 175 exactly!
I’m sure everyone wants a part two. If the story sounds familiar, that’s because it is. Maybe it’ll have the same ending, maybe it won’t. I’ll leave what happens to Hank and Gabriel to your imagination. 😉
This is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: write a story in 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) using the provided photo prompt as inspiration.
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