The town looked dead as Shira and Ranz drove through. The street was covered in melting snow, the traffic signal was stuck on yellow. It looked like the town had just died, no cars, no people.
“What happened here?” Ranz whispered to Shira and continued driving.
They passed the market, the windows were boarded up. Ranz stopped the car in front of the entry door and peered inside.
Suddenly a hand, gray and diseased, slammed a note forcefully against the window. Ranz jerked back. There, written in a shaky hand and some sort of dark ink, was one word. “RUN!”
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For Friday Fictioneers, photo credit Jean L. Hays
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Nice sense of mysterious horror here!! 😀
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Eerie!
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Thank you! 😉
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Oh, you betcha I would run!
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Oh, me too. 😉 Thanks for stopping by.
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Wouldn’t have to tell me twice! Nice write!
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Thank you so much. Yep, I’d be on my way outta there!
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Ah mini-horror story. Very concise and clear.
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Thank you so much for giving it a read. I appreciate it very much.
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You are welcome!
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I bet that the note was written in blood. I hope the two of them could read.
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yep, it was blood, I hope so too. Thanks so much for stopping by. 😉
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Sound advice to follow…and quickly! 🙂
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