Great Friday Prompt to start your day in writing mode.
They say it’s haunted. What rubbish. It’s not haunted. I live there.
Sarah has been my friend for years. We play together in the long grass, chasey around the fence and hide and seek in the house’s long corridors.
Sarah asks me sometimes if I am lonely. Of course not, I have her, silly! Is my usual response.
Today, she was crying. When I asked her why, she said she was going away. I didn’t want her to go. She said we were best friends forever.
I play alone now. But I remember her and my laughter fills the halls.
This is a Friday Fictioneers prompt
Word count: 100
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Julaina Kleist-Corwin 
Hoooo, a haunted house.
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Yes, I can hear our terror tales spinning out of control.
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Thank you for reblogging… so is one a ghost? Which one? I hope you enjoy reading
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I’ll guess it’s the girl who lives in the house is a ghost. 🙂
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