One Night Cut Short In a Haunted Manor

My car ran out of gas. I found myself alone and walking down an unknown road. I looked to find a house where I might stop to call someone and then get my car towed. The first house I could find was very big. It was a manor, but it was so old. Although it looked run down, I saw a light, and wanting help, I needed to be bold. I went up to the door. I knocked and knocked. Was no one home? But what about that light? I turned the knob. The door had not been locked! I pushed my way in with a little fright. I called out, “Is there anybody home?” A voice then said to me, “I’ll be your host. Come sit and chat. There’s just one little thing. You cannot see me, for I am a ghost!” I saw nobody there, but my skin crawled because the voice I could distinctly hear was masculine . I felt as if someone were right there whispering into my ear! I turned around and sped right out of there. No other house I saw. I got no tow. Ten miles to town I ran, and you can bet the speed I ran was anything but slow! Jan. 15, 3019 for Tania Kitchin's One Night In a Haunted Manor Contest