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.
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?
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.
word count = 100
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…