Flash Fiction

“Lissa, wake up.” Lissa opened her eyes slowly as she took in her surroundings. Then she bolted up startled from her couch and looked up at her best friend. Today was the day. “Are you ready,” asked Lissa excitedly. Today was Friday the 13th, the night they planned to spend the night at old man Boris’s haunted barn. “I was born ready,” said her best friend from Kindergarden, Drew. The thing is they had been waiting forever to spend the night at the old haunted barn, down in the edge of town and now that old man Boris had died they finally could have their chance. She couldn’t believe that she had fallen asleep! Later they were going to go get their friends Lauren and Tyler and were going to have the best sleepover ever, in the bone chillingly creepy barn. Honestly Lissa was scared, there were old stories about Boris’s wife hanging herself in the barn and rumors that old man Boris now haunted it, but they probably weren’t true, right..?

As Lissa, Drew, Lauren and Tyler we’re walking up to the house they started to feel something strange, a kind of tingling feeling down their spines. As they approached the barn they saw that it was enveloped in fog with a huge full moon hanging in the distance. Lauren started to wonder if this was a good idea, no one in their group had told anyone where they were going. If something happened no one would find them. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Lauren asked. No one answered. They all just kept slowly kept creeping towards the barn. Finally they were in front of the red musty door. Tyler reached out to open the door when it slowly swung open on its uneven rusty hinges. The group froze. Finally Lauren hesitated forward. As their eyes slowly adjusted they started to make out the things around them. In the middle of the room there was an old rope hanging from the highest beam..it couldn’t be. There were old chairs and stacks of hay, there was also something in the corner she couldn’t quite make out. Not something but someone? …Mr. Boris? Lauren slowly walked closer to the person in the corner when suddenly Mr. Boris popped out of his chair and lunged, yellow nails reaching out to grab them…

The four teenagers were never seen again.
Mysterious disappearances are still happening to this day.

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