By Rabab Zaidi
The House of Secrets had never failed to intrigue Candice and me. Atop Greenwood Hill, it stood isolated. Surrounded by stone walls, electrified fencing, and lookout towers, did it harbour a secret?
But what secret and whose? We never knew.
We had never seen anyone going in or coming out. The iron gates were heavily padlocked. Every dusk the lights mysteriously turned on, and every dawn as mysteriously turned off. We even counted the lights. Fifty-four. We watched it every day, fascinated.
For two days l did not go…Candice died mysteriously.
Today l am back, counting the lights again. Fifty-five.
Hmmm! Made me raise an eyebrow. Good work!
I like the way you have intensified the mystery rather than solved it at the end.
Great way to tie off at the end – brings the whole story together.
Nice pacing and ending. Well done
Love this little story!
Spooky ending. Well done!
Nicely done! Great ending.
Nice ending! Well done.
Nice turn. Good work.
Thank you Indie, David, Laura, Toni, Stella, Bud, Jennifer and Alan for reading and giving feedback. I really appreciate it.