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Suddenly he found himself outside of the bedroom. Ice cold, dark clouds, thunder and lightening.  The balcony was not in a good state.  He felt it wobbling beneath him. What in heaven's name was he doing there?  He felt dizzy. 
He cursed himself for accepting the dare.  He never believed in ghosts or haunted houses. He thought it was an easy way to make a few bucks if he spent a night in a haunted house.  Truth was he had drunk a bit too much. His head was not clear.  Not that it was ever clear by normal standards.
Now he found himself in the most deserted house of the small town, reputed to be haunted.  He had lain on his camp bed and hoped sleep would come soon.  Certainly he did not relish the pitch darkness of the house or outside it.
Without any rational explanation he found himself hovering between nowhere and the balcony.  He saw all the houses of the town light up in a flash of multiple lightening.  It seemed to him as if the whole town trembled as an earthquake rippled below the ground.  The balcony seemed to disintegrate and he found himself falling, falling, and falling right down into an abyss.
He wanted to cry in alarm. His throat was dry.  Sweat oozed out from all over his body. He woke up on the camp bed.  He cursed. It was only a dream.  He tried to get up but found himself paralyzed.  The darkness engulfed him like a bed cover. Suddenly he thought he saw a flash outside the bedroom in the corridor.  Lightening?  He had no way of knowing.  
Finally he found he could move his hand and grasp the bottle of rye.  The liquid seared his throat and some even spilled onto his pillow.  It was not easy to drink as he laid flat on his back.  The heat was now intense and he sweated profusely.  He tried to pull up the bed sheet to try and wipe his face but his hands seemed as if tied to his sides.  The only thing that moved was his heart that was pumping away like mad.  Relax, he thought.  Relax.  No ghosts about.  It was only in the mind.  Tomorrow he would gain those extra bucks and go to town.
It was then that he felt something moving over his body.  In the pitch darkness he could not see what this could be.  Suddenly a pair of malevolent eyes glared at him out of nowhere, seemingly without a face so that he could not tackle this new situation.  Then he heard the growl.  He wanted to scream but could not.  Sweat poured down his face and his heart pumped away like a rocket propelled to hell.
\l/ \l/ \l/ \l/ \l/
His friends found him next day, cold dead, a small cat sitting on his chest.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 11/2/2017 7:46:00 PM
hahhaha. The monster was a small cat. What a GREAT ending. But wow, the prelude to the cat was ridiculously scary. Was he having a nightmare or was there a ghost in there? WE will never know!! This was very enjoyable.
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Date: 11/2/2017 2:41:00 PM
Ha the ending put a smile om my face,a twist in your spooky tale.Really enjoyed this.So happy to return and read you again.
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Date: 11/1/2017 3:21:00 PM
Wow, Victor, you put your whole mind in this write.. I loved and enjoyed reading... Hugs Eve ~`*
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Date: 11/1/2017 3:36:00 AM
Perfect atmosphere created for to narrate the story appropriate for the occasion my friend, Victor. You have certainly succeeded in achieving the desired result and to keep our interest till the last word. What an exceptional writing! Bravo!
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Date: 10/31/2017 5:42:00 PM
Compelling and chilling story Victor. I loved your classic ending! Bravo! What a Halloween treat this is! Thank you! : )
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Date: 10/31/2017 12:03:00 PM
This is very good... Who/What was growling? Was he now in the small cat?
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Date: 10/31/2017 11:14:00 AM
Awesome...strange celebration though...well penned friend. :) Sunita
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Date: 10/31/2017 11:33:00 AM
I agree really. Strange celebration.
Date: 10/31/2017 8:04:00 AM
OH NICE one Victor! Fantastic fabulous read! Perfect wind up and delivery. Awesome :) xomo!
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Date: 10/31/2017 7:35:00 AM
Quite a story, Victor! Written with your usual clarity and suspense--your hallmark!
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Date: 10/31/2017 6:26:00 AM
You had me on the edge of my chair so spooked was I. Well you sure know how to spin a haunting yarn Victor, and you get me every time with that 'twist' that is becoming so unique to your stories. Excellent as always my friend...Maria
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Date: 10/31/2017 4:39:00 AM
A gripping write, You built up the suspense so dramatically Victor but i had to smile at the twist at the end:-) hugs jan xx
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Date: 10/31/2017 4:25:00 AM
A Halloween history of the best quality, Victor - Cruel and murky :))) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 10/30/2017 8:17:00 PM
The ending is quite humorous! It was that demon drink staring himself in the eye all along! Meow... LOL
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Date: 10/30/2017 7:09:00 PM
Ha! Victor you have told an excellent scary tale, full of suspense, I love it! You have written such a magnificent poem, so full of fear expressed throughout it! What a grandiose piece, such a frightening poem, Great Work!!
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Date: 10/30/2017 6:46:00 PM
You're just tooo much, Victor!!!! LOL
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