“I am not going up there.” Ella said firmly.
“Why? Are you scared?” Her brother, Kyle, teased. “Come on, sis, it’s just a house. Mrs. Salem won’t bite and she might have lots of candy given she does live in this huge house.”
Ella glowered at her brother. That’s what she wants people to believe, she wanted to say but decided against it. Kyle would just tease her more and call her a chicken. She had been inside this creepy estate which had been deemed the “Haunted House of the Neighborhood” and saw some horrifying things she couldn’t imagine ever be wiped from her memory.
“I’m not going up there even if my life depends on it.”
“Okay, suit yourself.” Kyle snatched the pumpkin-basket from Ella and climbed the steps. He knocked, “Trick or Treat.”
As the door opened, Ella’s eyes bulged. She gasped and shouted, “Look out!” as the ugly monster reached out and grabbed Kyle.
Later that night…
“It’s not funny.” Ella punched Kyle’s arm as he retold the story. “You’re so cruel.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.