It’s been a while since I completed a new work of short fiction, so I’m stretching my muscles a bit on this one. I started out as a writer loving and wanting to write movies and plays, but I have always had a great love of novels and short stories. While there is the thought that storytelling is storytelling, writing in prose is definitely a different set of skills from writing drama to be performed. This was a story that has been knocking around in my head for a while. It’s something a bit different, so I’m glad to finally get it out.
The house was haunted.
“Haunted” might not be the correct word. The house wasn’t filled with evil spirits. Bad things never happened there. There was something about the house, however. It had an energy to it. It wasn’t alive exactly, not in the sense that people could understand, but anyone who lived there long enough could agree that it definitely had a personality. It wanted good things for those who lived there. If they treated the house well. (continued…)