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He crossed the porch to the spooky old house and entered through the open front door.
He had felt drawn here. He did not know why.
He took one step into the foyer and stopped cold, chills like icy fingers touched the back of his neck.
Everywhere he looked there were jars. Empty jars. Most with lids on, but some were open.
The open jars made him afraid.
He felt like they wanted to consume him.
He turned and ran out the door, across the porch, down the stairs.
He stopped, looked back.
On the porch sat a broken jar.
10 comments:
This 100 words makes me long for your Halloween stories. Loved it.
Ooohhh... just had a chill run up my back. Nicely done!
Aaaachhhhhh!!! JARS!!
Nice challenge.
I actually mouthed the words "don't look back" as I read this. Good job drawing me in.
Lance
Creepy!
Of course I had a good chuckle about your intro. :)
Very creepy. that was the kind of story that gave me nightmares as a kid. But I'll be okay. I'm a big bee now. I think.
Oooh, how creepy. I love it. Definitely thought provoking.
Every time I read something you write I don't want it to end. Truly.
Eek - I got creeped out reading this. Very well done. I will now go and tighten every jar lid in my cupboard.
I can hear the Twilight Zone music now.... Won't be long until fall gets here and maybe you'll write more spooky stories!
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