The Haunted House

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

A man enters an abandoned house and discovers its chilling secrets...





The Haunted House


“HEY sweetie! You wanna go for a walk around the neighborhood?”, I call out to my eleven-year old daughter.


“Ok, daddy. Let me get my favorite tennis ball. You know how much I like to play catch with you when we go for walks.”


It’s late in the afternoon, and the sun is about to set as we leave for a stroll, throwing the tennis ball back and forth.


We’ve been walking for almost an hour when we stop in front of an abandoned house on the other side of our neighborhood. We usually don’t come this far. There’s a “Beware of Stray Cats!” sign tied up to a light post nearby, but I don’t see any cat. The house, with trees and weeds growing everywhere, looks as though it has been deserted for many years. People say only cats live here and the house is haunted. Some of them even claim to have seen a ghost of an old man walking around inside the house at night.


“Daddy, catch!”, my daughter yells as she pitches the tennis ball to me. Since I’m looking at the house, the ball sails pass me and lands somewhere in the abandoned house…


“Why didn’t you catch it, daddy? Can you go in and get the ball for me?”


Not sure what to do I say to her, “Sweetie, um… I think we should call it a day. It will be dark soon, and it’s getting a bit chilly. I will get you another ball tomorrow.”


“But this ball is my favorite.”


“Come on, sweetie. I think we should be heading home. Mommy might get worried.”


 “Please daddy, please...”


‘Oh, what the hell…ghosts only come out at night, right? And It’s not night yet,’ I reassure myself.


“Alright, you wait here, ok sweetie?”


I duck through some trees and enter the house, looking for the tennis ball. It couldn’t have gone very far inside. I look everywhere and find myself moving farther and farther into the backyard. It’s really creepy here.


Then I see it. The ball has landed under a broken chair which is now wrapped with ivy, so I have to crawl and try to reach for it. As I’m on my knees and elbows reaching for my daughter’s favorite tennis ball, I see a pair of wrinkled feet. I freeze and slowly look up. Right in front of me is a very old man in all white pajamas, and I think my heart has just stopped beating…


After who knows how long, for it seems like forever, the old man bends down, picks up the tennis ball, and hands it to me.


“You looking for this?” he says. His words are coarse and stiff.


I grab it without looking at his face.


“Thank you. My daughter and I were taking a walk and playing catch, and the ball was accidentally thrown into your house. I’m so sorry. I’ll be leaving now,” I reply.


‘Am I really talking to a ghost?’ I must have said this out loud without knowing it when the old man answers.


“No, you are not. I’m not a ghost. I’m an old man who lives alone. I don’t have any means to protect myself. So, I prefer to be known as the ghost of the haunted house to keep unwanted people out. You know people are more scared of ghosts than guns. Please don’t tell anybody about this.”


Bewildered, I just look at him.


“I won’t. May I ask you one thing?”




“What’s with the “Beware of Stray Cats” sign?


“Oh, that’s just to spice things up. You know cats are associated with death.”


And we both laugh…



The End










Submitted: April 07, 2020

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Nice morsel. Left you some proofreading Mr. K.

Tue, April 7th, 2020 11:47am


Great work sir but I really think the daughter should have a name instead of being called sweetie all the time....but after all its a short story and this ended up great!

Tue, April 7th, 2020 12:16pm

Andy K.

dreamscriber and MAHI-13, thank you for your comments.

Wed, April 8th, 2020 2:19am

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