“Where are the other kids?” the boy asked. He sat on the sofa wide-eyed swinging his legs. His right knee dripped blood. Dirt streaked his green shirt. His round cherub face was smudged.
Tawana scanned her living room. The windows were all closed. The furniture was in place. She pulled the mace from her purse and ran from room to room: the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom. She checked the closets and the shower. No one. When she returned to the living room the boy was still there sitting on her couch but this time there was a second one–a double. Maybe he was his twin. The second child’s knees were black with dirt but were not skinned like the first. A trickle of blood ran from his nose. He licked it off before speaking. “Did you find the other kids?” he asked.
Tawana jumped backward clutching her heart with her free hand and holding the mace out in front of her with the other. “Where did you come from?” she yelled. [Read more…] about How to Handle a Ghost in Your House (Flash Fiction Challenge)