(My attempt at a story under 50 words.)
There is a ghost in the window staring at me. She tries to pull me toward her, but I resist, turning and walking away. The house trembles with her anger, her shrieks tangling with the wind. I ignore her cries. I’m done with the dead;it’s my turn to start living now.
I love ghost stories. This is a spooky piece.
Thanks.