Haunted Dorm

Grace!” her mother said when she opened the front door to their home. “What are you doing here, honey? Why aren’t you still at college.”

“I’m done with college, Mom,” Grace said as she entered the house. “I’m not going back, either, no matter what you say.”

“Did something happen at school, sweetie?” her mom said, throwing her arms around her visibly shaken daughter.

“Yes, Mom, something happened,” Grace said. “My dorm is haunted and the boogeyman has been haunting me.”

“Honey, are you on drugs or something?” Grace’s mom asked. “You know that the boogeyman is not real and I’m sure your dorm is not haunted.”

“Yes it is, Mom,” Grace insisted, “and I’m not going to spend another solo night there.”

Grace’s mom led her daughter to the kitchen and told her to take a seat. “Would you like some coffee, sweetie? I’ll brew a fresh pot.”

“Sure, Mom, that would be great.”

When the coffee finished brewing, Grace’s mother poured them each a cup. “Now tell me, Grace, what is really going on.”

Grace lowered her head and her eyes welled up. “Mom, I got expelled,” she said.

“Oh my God, Grace. Why did they expel you?”

“I think someone slipped some ecstasy or roofies or some other kind of psychedelic concoction into one of my drinks at the dorm’s Halloween party last night,” Grace said. “I don’t remember much of what happened because I must have passed out eventuality, but I saw that there were a bunch of photos and videos posted on Instagram showing me standing on a table doing a slow striptease.”

“Oh Grace,” her mother said.

“Mom, it gets worse,” Grace said. “Once I had completely stripped, I apparently agreed to have sex with about a half a dozen guys. And all that is out there on Instagram for the whole world to see. Some of those videos of me stripping and having sex have gone viral, Mom. I’ve lost any self-esteem.”

Both Grace and her mother were crying. Grace’s mother hugged her daughter and said, “Don’t worry, my baby, we’ll get through this.”

“Mom, what are you going to tell Dad?” Grace asked.

Grace’s mother thought for a moment and finally said, “I think I’ll go with the boogeyman story.”

Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (grace), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (college), Word of the Day Challenge (boogeyman), Ragtag Daily Prompt (haunting), My Vivid Blog (solo), and Your Daily Word Prompt (esteem).

Fibbing Friday — Happy Halloween

Frank (aka PCGuy) and Di (aka Pensitivity101) alternate as hosts for Fibbing Friday, a silly little exercise where we are to write a post with our answers to the ten questions below. But as the title suggests, truth is not an option. The idea is to fib a little, a lot, tell whoppers, be inventive, silly, or even outrageous, in our responses. Today is Frank’s turn to host and he’s in the Halloween spirit with today’s fibs.

1. Why does garlic repel vampires?

It gives them really bad breath.

2. What do you need to kill a werewolf?

An electric shaver.

3. What is the purpose of a Jack-o-lantern?

To start house fires. It’s one of pyromaniacs’ favorite ways to start fires at this time of year.

4. What exactly is a ghoul?

It’s a brand of electric shaver preferred by most werewolf hunters.

5. Why can’t vampires enter a home unless invited?

Because they don’t want to be thought of as party crashers.

6. Why can’t vampires cross running water?

Because they don’t know how to swim.

7. What does a chupacabra eat?

Mosquitos and flies.

8. What is the name of the three-headed dog that guards the gates of the underworld?

Moe, Larry, and Curley.

9. Who are the Stygian Witches?

Groucho, Chico, and Harpo.

10. What alcoholic beverage is thought to be the true origin of witches’ brew?

Green Witch Natural Bitters.

Friday Fictioneers — Eureka!

“Eureka!” Frank screamed. “I’ve projected a soul, proving that there is more to us than flesh and blood!”

Hearing Frank’s cry, others ran to where he was standing to find out what he was so excited about.

“Look!” Frank shouted, pointing to the white, ghost-like projection next to the wall. “That is the human soul.”

“Actually, Frank,” the chief scientist at the research lab said, “that is a projection, but it’s a spooky owl that was created for the Halloween party. Don’t be disheartened, though,” the chief said. “Someday, the esteemed Dr. Frank N. Stein will make history.”

(100 Words)

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Douglas M. MacIlroy.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — October 29th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 29th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

This was originally posted on October 29, 2017.

Sunday Photo Fiction — Heads Up


“Why do you do that to your dolls?” Samantha asked her daughter.

Sheri was a shy, quiet girl with few friends. She spent most of her free time alone in her bedroom. “You mean pull their heads off?” she asked.

“Yes. Why do you do that?”

Sheri shrugged her shoulders and simply said, “I dunno. I just do,”

“That’s not an acceptable answer, young lady,” Samantha scolded. “You must have a reason for removing the heads from your dolls.”

Sheri shrugged again.

“Well, Sheri, if you won’t tell me why, I’ll make sure that Santa knows what you do to your dolls and I’m pretty sure he won’t be bringing you any new dolls this Christmas.”

“Fine,” Sheri said, “I’ll tell you.”

“Go ahead,” Samantha said. “I’m waiting.”

“I’m making a shrine and the dolls are my sacrifices.”

Dumbfounded, Samantha said, “A shrine? What kind of shrine? Who gave you that idea?”

“She told me you wouldn’t understand,” Sheri said.

“She? Who is ‘she’?”

Pointing at her own head, Sheri said, “She did.” Then an eerie smile crossed her face and she added, “Mom, did you know that Santa is an anagram for Satan?”

Written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt.

FOWC with Fandango — College


Welcome to October 29, 2021 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “college.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.