By Jennifer Lai
“Mommy!”
The voice jolted me awake.
I headed towards Noah’s room. Inside, he sat upright in bed, his face pale as the wall behind him.
“Noah, are you okay?”
“There’s a ghost in my closet.”
Placing my index finger over my lips, I crept towards the closet and shuddered as an icy breeze blew past. I slid the door open. Noah was on the floor, his arms hugging his knees to his chest.
My breath escaped me.
“Mommy, I’m scared,” he whispered. “There’s a ghost on my bed.”
I turned around to see a neatly made bed and an undented pillow.
Great use if ambiguity. Was it childhood imagination or real?
Thanks Susan. I leave it up to you to decide 😉
Ooohh…eerie! Love the open ending.
Thanks Pamela!
I enjoyed the twist in the tale.
Thanks Derek!
Great story, love the twist at the end.
Thanks Angie!
What a wonderfully eerie scene you’ve created.
Thanks David!
Chills!!
Thanks Kimm, it’s what I was going for. 🙂
The ghost was afraid of the real boy who was also afraid of the ghost. Delightful.
That was good.