The Murder No 40

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


The Murder


  I can hear Mr Shadow walking through the tunnels

underneath the house. I get out of bed and creep into

my sister Ann's bedroom. She's really sick, she doesn't

notice I'm there. She wheezes in the darkness. The 

light from the hallway passes through her slighltly

opened bedroom door, and casts shadows across

her wheezing face.

  I can hear Mr Shadow underneath Ann's bedroom.

I can hear him walking up the steps from one of his 

tunnels to open the secret trapdoor underneath Ann's 

bed. I hide beside a chair beside Ann's bed that's 

got Ann's dressing gown thrown over it. I can hear 

Mr Shadow pushing the trapdoor under her bed open.

  I peep out out from behind the chair. It's so dark 

except for a little bit of light  coming in through Ann's 

bedroom door, and casting tiny shadows, like tiny 

spiderwebs across the web of her face, wheezing, 


  Away from Ann's face it's hard to see properly. It's 

so dark. Finally I see Mr Shadow, blacker than the

surrounding light, crawl out from underneath Ann's 

bed. It's so dark. He looks like a shadow as he moves

between Ann's face and the patch of light sneaking 

through Ann's bedroom door.

  I watch him grab one of the pillows from underneath

Ann's head and smother her. I'm so scared I can't 

scream. I look the other way, and my mind turns to

blackness. The next thing I know is that I can hear

Maya come into the bedroom. I watch her go over to

Ann, and touch her, and scream. 





Submitted: March 13, 2019

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