Genre Paranormal
Word Count 100
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| photo prompt is courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff |
Something terrible happened that night, the night Rita Mae
came screaming out her front door covered in blood.
Bud had bled out right there in the hall. We all thought
Rita Mae had done it.
She kept babbling about her great granddaddy and some curse.
She never was the same after that night and they never found the killer.
Some nights I sit here and watch lights moving around her
house.
She never remarried, said her great granddaddy wouldn't like
it. She's a mite touched in the head, now. Funny thing, though. The knife that
killed her man? Great Granddaddy's.
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