Saturday, December 31, 2016

There’s something down there

Jane and Connie were standing at the head of the stairs.

‘There, do you hear it?’ Jane whispered.


‘A bell ringing.’


From somewhere down below floated up a peal of chimes.

‘Maybe it’s a clock?’ Connie suggested.

‘There’s only one and it doesn’t work.’

‘There must be a rational explanation.  How about the oven?’

‘No.  There’s something down there.  Some kind of ghost.’

‘There’re no such things.  It’s the clock malfunctioning or the wind playing tricks.’

‘Every night, but not during the day?’


‘Then you’ll go down and check it out?’

Connie hesitated.  ‘Perhaps in the morning.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Now you've got me wondering what that noise is, Rob. Nicely done