By Rebecca Goldthorpe
The man rubbed his eyes as they became accustomed to the light. He’d left the thick drapes open this time, hoping for answers.
He hadn’t expected to sleep and braced himself for what came next.
Pushing back the eiderdown, he swung his legs and took some deep breaths.
He loosened the laces at his chest and slid a clammy hand underneath his nightshirt.
He froze, knowing what to expect before he removed his hand.
It was black again!
Reflected in the mirror were the chilling words, ‘I’M COMING FOR YOU CYRUS”
Could the ghost stories he’d once ridiculed, actually be true?
Chilling! Well done Rebecca.
Thanks very much Firdaus for your enthusiasm and sharing my story X
Nicely done, Rebecca! Love ghost stories. I want to hear more . . . Did the ghost come for Cyrus? 😀
I love ghost stories! You would have been a hit around the fire on our family camp outs. Well done!