‘That’s Dracula’s house,’ Jack teases, ‘that’s why the curtains are always closed.’
He calls Billy ‘chicken’, Billy says he isn’t, gulps, scales the railings, and crosses the lawn to prove it.
Then Billy screams.
At the rear, a sickening smell; a broken window; curtains flap; blood-splattered, black walls inside; some scattered ashes; a wooden stake on a scorched floor.
Months later — the house auctioned — Billy watches through a telescope as the new owner (a ‘creepy doctor who does things with bodies,’ Jack says) receives another delivery in the night.
Then Billy gulps as the man climbs the roof and laughs hysterically in the lightning and rain.
© 2017 Occasional Dreams
In response to: Friday Fictioneers, 24 March 2017
Image: J Hardy Carroll
Many thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers.