The Monster House

‘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.

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28 Replies to “The Monster House”

  1. love the wild imagination that sometimes two friends can inspire in each other making things larger than life or were they just telling it as it really was? They were having a grand time with this house and all the stories they could think about it and its inhabitants. Reminds me of my childhood with my best friend and the stories we used to make up of an abandoned house. Always enjoy your story telling skills!

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    1. Ah! Who knows? 😉 As you say, sometimes the smallest things can ignite a child’s imagination. I like that you’ve found an ambiguity to the story.

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