WordPress Inspiration Challenge

Italo Calvino said: The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts. Describe the ghosts that live in this house:

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: “love Don’t live here anymore…” – © 2009 Robb North – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic


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    A long time ago,this rickety old shack of a thing was lively family home. It was devoted to love,passion, hope, and togetherness. There was five family members. The youngest of which was little Sally. (I know…stereotypical name) She was at least 6 back then. Her innocence would glow in her rosy cheeks and would light her crystal sky eyes. Her older sister,Susan, was 13. After their father changed into a monster,she had to protect Sally from him.

    Sally would just think that he was playing with her. She would sit next to him at the family table in the kitchen; swinging her small legs back and forth while singing “The Itsy Bitsy Spider”. 

    “Stop that noise!” He yelled as he slammed his mug on the table and raised his hand to strike. Susan rushed in to save little Sally but she was too late and she found her sister laying on the floor with a newly bruised face.

    The clack of heels alerted them that their mother was back from her work trip. The jangle of keys sounded at the door and Susan looked up at her father. He gave her a cold sneer and attempted to look presentable. 

“Hello,my loves!” Her darling voice sounded as she stepped in. She was such a strong,grand woman. Her megaphone,super happy voice was cut short by a creaking gasp. She dropped to her knees and cradled her baby Sally, 


    “So what happened?” Twenty minutes later she asks while sitting in a comfy chair in the waiting room. 

At first he denies it. Then they argue. Then eventually Susan comes out of the Sally’s room and tells her. Then she says she wants a divorce.


    A couple months go by and there is a news report. “Husband Gone Maniac”. It spreads like wild fire. Long lost cousins,uncles, and aunts are all slowly gathering this harsh information. The lively house that once stood,now hangs shattered and blood spattered. Some detectives say,that when they stepped in they could still see the bouncing curls of little Susie and Sally. Even at night,their laughter seems so lively. Until when it strikes midnight. The awful echoes of bullets raining and loud screaming churns in your ears and chokes your heart.

But what do I know? I’ve only been stuck here for 100 years.




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