I returned a Friday afternoon in late November.
Gusts of wind rattled the branches of our ancient oak tree. Dirty patches of snow melted on the sidewalk.The vacant windows darkly glared at me.
“Joe, why are you back?”
I was startled as the woman’s face was not familiar… but her voice was.
“Rose, you haven’t changed a bit.”
She cackled:
“You are still a liar, Joe.”
“Where is Pa?”
She turned towards the cemetery.
“It’s only us, now?”
“No, it’s only you; I will have to leave. ”
Rose faded back into the shadows; her parting kiss was just November breeze.
I expect that this picture will give us many ghost stories. This house looks truly haunted. It might take some time for me to read and comment, I have not yet came back to the work-from-home routines after vacation.
Friday fictioneers is curated by Rochelle, and she select the picture and set the example. There are many other gifted writers whose hundred word stories you will find by clicking the frog below.
August 19, 2020
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Nice little chiller.
Great evocation of atmosphere
I love the line “her parting kiss was just November breeze.” That’s beautiful writing.
I like how you set the tone with the dirty snow and glaring windows. The turn for me is when she cackles. Quite a chilling little story. I wonder if Joe is also a ghost?
Your froggie has got to be the pet of the clown, right? You know that picture is of a house of one of Ted’s relatives….
Chilling tale with so much more to come…excellent.
what a homecoming. it was an ending i didn’t expect.
Her spirit waited for him to come home… sweet and creepy!
She seems a tad too eager to welcome him again.
Very thoughtful ghost and the last line was a killer 🙂
Dear Björn,
That was a walk on the spooky side. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I like your take on the haunted house. A bittersweet homecoming indeed!
I wanted to scream … RUN!!! Yikes, this was very scary. I am getting frightened by all of the haunted tales this week. Well done, Bjorn.
Have a wonderful day … Be Safe
Isadora 😎
Spooky stuff
Loved this, a really evocative piece. Poor old Joe, maybe he shouldn’t have left it so late.
Nice of Rose to err welcome him home, no?
This was a lovely write.
I loved that he wasn’t afraid. All seemed normal. Great atmosphere.
There is sadness in the depth of this mystery.
Indeed, a ghostly of a story well done.
Nice one Björn . On the plus side it’s always good to meet a friendly ghost.
First, that was good! Second, what is with the teeth on the frog. That might be creepier than the ghost!
Well, that’s not quite the homecoming he was expecting.
A chilling tale indeed and the last few words are simply perfect.
I like the subtle Gothic’ness of the story -poetic and chilling. Nice balance.
Do ghosts age ? Good to see you writing.
Ooooo great ghost story!
Nicely done