Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-30105631-20161018005707

So, I know that the writing competition has passed, but I really like writing and I want to put this out there anyway.

The Story:

The night is dark, fog persisting on the streets. A ghost slips quietly along, a shadow that haunts the town, casting fear on every person who lives in the area.

Betty Parris looks out the window, her eyes wide with fear. Across the street lives her ex-husband, Samuel Parris, who divorced her after finding out about her work as an escort. Now, his house is dark, the lights turned off, as is everyone's house in the town, worried about the ghost prowling the night. Suddenly, Betty hears a sound, and in fear she ducks, running down the hall and hiding under the bed just in time to hear the door of the house be kicked in, making a loud thumping sound.

Heavy footsteps break through the silence of the night, pounding across the house, approaching the bedroom, and Betty feels tears prick her eyes as she holds her breath. Outside the bedroom, a pair of heavy lead boots appear, and they approach the bed. Betty holds her breath, watching as the figure examines the bed, and then slowly hunkers down to look underneath.

At this point Betty cries out, just in time to see a pair of glowing, fiery orange eyes appear in the dark. The ghost stares at her and then laughs, a voice that is not male, nor female, but is instead the voice of a monster, a demon that would see her dead.

Betty lashes out, but the monster catches her hand with its own, much bigger hand, and it aims the gun at her.

It might have been a simple squirt gun, but what it has filled it with is not water, as gasoline squirts out of the barrel and covers her, dousing her in fuel. Then the ghost laughs once more and disappears, the heavy footsteps thumping out into the night.

The next night, Betty goes out to hopefully make some money, but as she walks in the silence she hears two steps of footsteps, and one is much heavier than her own.

She turns and sees a lone flame in the darkness, slowly moving towards her, illuminating a barrel to propel it straight at her and burn her to her death.

"I'm sorry, Sam." Betty manages, wishing she had just quit her work like he asked. Wishing she could spend these last moments with him.

The ghost levels his weapon at her, pulls the trigger, and ignites.

End of story. 