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Flash Fiction: The Girl Down the Street
I moved into the rickety house just a few months ago. Well, I was there for my job. It was Sunday, I was off work. I was walking down the street, thinking about meeting the new neighbors...when I saw the girl. She was ghostly, hovering down the street. I ran up to her, a smile playing on my face.
"Hi. Are you the new neighbor?"
"Yeah." I said.
"How'd you get here?" the ghost inquired, brows forrowed.
"I died, I'm here to work as a janitor."
The ghost grimaced. "Why aren't you a ghost yet?"
"I was buried alive."
My first try for flash fiction...
Most of my family members shrieked, "Creepy!", but as this is my first time, I had to write in the subject I write most about: darkness. So, that's my first try. Thanks for reading, and to those who were reading when I unpublished this, sorry! I was editing it.