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Jack pushed the dark mahogany door open and was genuinely surprised.
He was braced for darkness and horror but instead, the interior was brilliantly lit and the carpet was plush and grand.
“This is a joke, right?” Ash whispered. Jack ignored him and continued down the corridor.
A few steps further, they heard a door slammed and turned. Their eyes widened at once. “It can’t be,” Jack muttered.
The man grinned and spoke in a British accent. “Yes, gentlemen, the one and only, Wilbur Winston. Welcome to my home. We’ve been expecting you.”
“We?” Jack mustered.
“Me and my family, of course.” He stepped forward and the floor squeaked.
“How are you alive?”
“We never died.” He looked at them, perplexed and then laughed. “Oh, you fell for that?” Jack and Ash exchanged nervous glances. “Yes, we never died. We have however been cursed to be stuck here forever.”
“Cursed?” Jack asked.
Wilbur’s eyes suddenly became ravenous. “Yes and you have no idea how starving we are. Now, let me introduce you boys to my family. They are all dying to meet you.” His smile became wider, revealing his fangs and all around Jack and Ash, they could suddenly hear feet shuffling on the floor. They wanted to run but their feet seemed to be locked in place.
Outside, behind the mansion, a van shifted to park. The Winston’s butler was back from his little trip from the hospital. As he got out of the van, he heard a blood-curdling scream. He ran for the door, pushed it open and sighed. “Is that another mess I have to clean up?”
This story was originally published on March 19, 2015.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, a flash fiction challenge hosted by Priceless Joy from 2015-2019. In this prompt, we are challenged to write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) using the photo prompt given.
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