Ghost Writer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short story of 500 words

Submitted: March 22, 2019

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Claire Steading, placed her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.

While out walking her Jack Russell Terrier, Buster, he suddenly caught sight of a rabbit and immediately gave chase. Both animals darted through a hole in the chain-link fence that surrounded Hallowmas Hall. Claire had managed to scramble up and over the nine-foot wire fence but lagged way behind in her pursuit of her dog.

“Come back boy! Look what mummy has got?” She eventually stood up waving a small dog biscuit in the shape of a bone, hoping the scent would carry.

Standing ankle deep in dead vegetation, Claire couldn’t help but stare at the hall. The place had once belonged to the famous author and now convicted mass murderer, Alastair Croxley. Unbeknown to his publisher and worldwide fans, Croxley would lure women back to the hall and after killing them, immortalise his deeds in fiction.

Claire, shivered has a gust of wind blew around the side of the hall animating the pile of dead leaves at her feet. She was about to call out for Buster again when she heard his bark echoing from within the hall.

Fearing that Buster may be trapped, she bounding up the stone steps to the front door. Inside, the hall was damp and bleak. Drapes hung awkward still attached to their collapsed poles. Claire screamed seeing a family of mice scurry out from the wall. Buster resumed his barking.

She found him in an empty room, standing at the far wall scratching at the peeling wallpaper. Seeing that he was OK, she grabbed his collar attaching the lead.

“Come away!” But Buster was reluctant. Instead, he snarled and growled demanding to finish what he started.

Seeing that something was agitating him, Claire tied Buster to the door handle and went back to see why he was scratching the wall.

Bending down, Claire saw that beneath the wallpaper was what looked like the edge of another door! She tore away more of the wallpaper to reveal that there was indeed a concealed entrance. Placing her hand on the knob, she opened the door.

Air escaped from the study sounding like it was exhaling its final breath. The sudden gust spooked Buster, tugging himself free he ran out of the room and the hall. Claire was now too intrigued to go chasing after him.

Surprisingly, the study was in good condition. Albeit covered in dust, there was a full bookcase running the length of the wall. A standard lamp, an armchair and an oak desk. To Claire’s amazement on top of which was a ‘Royal’ typewriter.

Claire looked down on what must have been the original typewriter that Croxley used. Her mind was too occupied to see that the study door was slowly closing.

Then quite unexpected, the typewriter keys sprung into life making her jump and heart thump! Seeing the keys hammering out a message she stared wide-eyed at the type written message that simply read:

‘Hello Claire.”


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