Twice Dead

The teenagers took off into the woods. They came upon a moss-covered, stone structure, breathless, scraped, and muddied from running through low-hanging branches and tripping over raised roots.

“Please help.” A pale, young girl appeared from behind the well. Bloodstains covered the front of her dress.

“It’s the ghost!” Jake snatched a log from a cutout in the structure.

She stepped closer, and he swung—the log turning her head all the way around, snapping her neck.

They watched her body, waited for it to vanish into thin air, but it remained stiff on the cold, forest floor.

word count: 98


This is a continuation of last week’s Friday Fictioneers, “Prom Night.” The photo prompts had similar settings, and gave off the same level of spookiness, so I thought I’d give you guys a part 2. By the way, did I mention that I suck at titles? Thanks for reading!

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge where you write a short story in 100 words or less using the provided photo prompt as inspiration. Click the froggy icon to read other stories.

© Copyright – Rachel Bjerke
© Copyright – Rachel Bjerke

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