Martha (from The Old Mill)

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The door opened without a sound.

The smell of ancient Egypt and gingerbread spice wafted out.

Jess and Amy entered followed by the other three.

The door slammed behind them.

A middle-aged woman appeared in the blackhole dark hall.

She melted into a corpse, rotted flesh dripping off her skull.

Get out!”

Amy heard the others running, fumbling with the door.

She whirled around and sprinted. Lauren was just in front of her. Kath, still screaming, was at the door. Stacy was far ahead, running across the lawn.

As Amy reached the door a thought struck her.

Where was Jess?

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The above is an extract (going from 1000+ words to 100!) from my book, The Old Mill. The ghost was Martha and it was in her mansion, but the story was around an ancient mill building.

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word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ © J Hardy Carroll. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

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I was off the blog for 5 days last week so may have missed your story. I will try to read all this week, but I am still super far behind, so no promises…

44 thoughts on “Martha (from The Old Mill)

        1. trentpmcd Post author

          lol, I am always trying to get people to read my books ;) I’m too close to know how scary it is – I was aiming for early Stephen King territory. In some ways it is slightly closer to urban fantasy than horror, but…

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      “we are compelled to know” – yes. In this, the girls were searching for the ghost as part of a rite of passage, where the kids all have to see for themselves. As to Jess, well, if her fate was good or bad is up to the reader – in the book, Martha is not the evil ghost, there is at least one other….

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