Tourist Attraction

Not every haunted house in Charleston should be a bed and breakfast. Not after we’ve finally learned to accept our ghosts. Sonja plays Chinese checkers with the little girl during late night thunderstorms when she can’t sleep. The father helps Brick train for boxing, teaching him how to properly kick and punch his Bozo bop bag so it doesn’t pop back up.

But John says we need the money, so I flip pancakes for strangers who talk of footsteps, knocking, transparent faces in the mirrors. For some reason, they can’t hear the dead mother humming “Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah” from the kitchen ceiling.

word count: 100


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© Raina Ng
© Raina Ng

35 thoughts on “Tourist Attraction

  1. Today, they’d probably make a mint on the haunted house if they wanted to sell. Obviously as a B&B they are paying the bills, but truthfully, for me it would be too odd. The thought of folks watching me all the time, could not tolerate. Loved your take on the photo – reality raises its ugly head despite the paranormal influence, love when writers do that as well as you did! Not humming that, not humming that tune…damn!

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    1. I think living in a B&B is creepier than in a haunted house! Total strangers roaming around your house and touching your things? No way! And it is a catchy tune, isn’t it? 😉 Thanks for reading!


  2. If ever there was a time for accepting one’s housing situation, it should be this. It is better to be comfortable than scared.
    Unique take on the picture.

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