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disembodied head illuminated by a golden orb right below its chin floated in
the doorway. Aimee found her voice and screamed loud enough to raise the any
number of ghosts no matter where they rested. Ignoring the sharp, hot pain
boring into her knee, she scrambled to her feet and ran for the window. It
wasn’t that far to the ground.
She
screamed again and started swinging when a hand grabbed her shoulder.
“Stop that!” a male voice commanded.So, did you recognize what was after Aimee? If not, put a flashlight under your chin, turn off the light, and see if the kids don't start screaming.
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I love it, Elaine. You had me! lol... My dad used to tell the story of scaring his younger sister nearly to death by doing that with a flashlight. In the pitch black, outside, by the springhouse. Would have been the 1930s--he was born in "20". Ha! Great that used it in your book. :-) Nice six :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you! My dad would do that to us. We knew who it was, but we enjoyed screaming and running away.
ReplyDeleteLOL such an easy way to scare someone - but quite effective.
ReplyDeleteIt is effective, Cindy. Poor Aimee.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness for your explanation! I thought this story was about to get seriously creepy. Good one, Elaine!
ReplyDeleteThis WAS seriously creepy, as it was meant to be. Well crafted, Elaine, and a very cool premise.
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