What Do You See? — Tea Time

AF6253A1-D098-47E2-96FC-BB67104F3FE5“I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit. Let’s get outta here now,” Brian said.

“Oh stop being such a wuss,” Ed said.

“But something is not kosher here,” Brian said. “This old place has been vacant for years, so how do you explain that?” Brian pointed to what looked like a new tea set neatly arranged on the table top.

“I don’t know,” Ed admitted. “Did you tell anyone that we were coming to this old place today, that we were going to be hunting for ghosts?”

“I might have told Carolyn something,” Brian confessed.

“Well, there you go,” Ed said. “You know how Carolyn is. She’s a practical joker. I bet she’s pranking us.”

“No, I don’t think Carolyn would do that,” Brian said. “No way she’d step foot inside this place, much less set up tea service for six. I’m not buying it.”

“Well, I’m going to take a picture of this and we’ll get to the bottom of it later when we see Carolyn. I’m sure it was her.” Ed said. He took out his iPhone and snapped a picture, but when he looked at it in his photo file, he let out a gasp.

“What’s the matter?” Brian asked.

Ed held up his iPhone so Brian could see the picture he had just taken. There was no tea service set up on the table. “What the fuck?” Brian said.

Suddenly the room got chillingly cold. A sound from the opposite side of the table caught their attention. The two teenagers looked up from Ed’s iPhone to see a nearly transparent figure sitting in the chair, a sardonic smile on its face. In a ghostly voice, the apparition said, “It’s tea time, boys. Care to join me?”


Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: 五玄土 ORIENTO at Unsplash.

Sunday Photo Fiction — The Playhouse

78CBBBF6-0481-4433-8B4B-EFAFBBD25579Amanda came running into the house that her father and mother were looking at and excitedly asked, “Daddy, can we buy this house?”

“Do you like this house?” he asked her.

“Oh yes,” Amanda said. “There’s a playhouse in the backyard, Daddy. It looks like a Hansel and Gretel house.”

“Is it made out of candy and treats?” Amanda’s father asked her.

“Daddy, don’t be silly,” Amanda laughed. “But it looks like a storybook cottage. Come see.”

As it turned out, Amanda’s parents bought the house with the playhouse in the backyard. It came with a small table and chairs and shelves on the walls, and Amanda moved her dolls and stuffed animals onto the shelves and set up her tea set on the table. She would go to the playhouse every day to play tea party with her dolls, stuffed animals, and her imaginary friend.

Until one day when she came running into the house it tears. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” her mother asked.

“She tore apart my dolls and stuffed toys,” Amanda cried.

“Who did?” her mother asked.

“My friend who lives in the playhouse.”

Amanda’s mother followed Amanda to the playhouse and looked inside, and screamed.015B13FD-4F98-4AA1-8DF9-9D40B02AA12B

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Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Top photo credit: Susan Spaulding. Old hag image credit: Google Images.