Graveyard Shift


A ghost can’t be afraid of the dark. Can they?

Abby wouldn’t have thought so when she was alive. But now she knew. She was still as afraid of the dark as she’d always been. She hated waking up in the pitch dark mausoleum. Even though, now she could see in the dark. See her relatives stretching and waking. Hear old great great granny grumbling about her coffin being too small.

She’d been a precocious child and now she was a precocious ghost. Thoughtful and worried about doing things just right. But how are you supposed to haunt someone properly when you are afraid of your own boo’s?

Tonight the full moon shone bright in the crisp autumn sky. An abundance of stars twinkled. Making it seem like the ghosts were wearing sparkling costumes.

Old great great granny patted her on the head.

“Come now. Time for your lessons. You’ll have to learn the lore of the thirteen days leading up to All Hallows Eve.”

© RedCat



Written for the first day of Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain (volume ii) – A Horror / Halloween Writing Prompt Challenge



Image credits:

First image: Photo by Attila Lisinszky on Unsplash

Second image: Photo by Julia Kadel on Unsplash

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