THE NICHE
Roof-joists groaned as if about to give way, but
inspection proved them sound; pipes whistled and banged for no apparent reason.
The just-beneath-hearing whispers in the kitchen were
the worst, and I tracked them down to a niche that resembled a walled-up
window.
“Break it open,” I begged, “Something’s trapped in
there.”
“And you want me to let it out? No way.”
So I hung garlic in front of it – a lot of garlic –
and prayed.
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Of course it's only a niche built to hold an oil lamp, maybe - or is it? Thanks to Dale for this week's image, and to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers.
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Yikes!
ReplyDeleteBoo!
DeleteOh, Liz! That's got me on the edge of my seat...
ReplyDeleteWhat happens next, I wonder?
DeleteOld houses do get the imagination going, don't they?
ReplyDeleteThe stories seep out of the walls.
DeleteI hope the garlic will be enough. I would be talking to a realter the very next day!
ReplyDeletePersonally I think she's a wimp not to open it herself!
DeleteSmart guy! He catches on fast :) Love the details in this story that make it so enjoyable.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dora!
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteThat's more than just a fixer-upper home. Garlic. Methinks there might be a vampire in the cellar? Yes?
Shalom,
Rochelle
More than likely. Does garlic actually work?
DeleteOld houses do seem to speak to us, don't they? Not always saying what we want to hear, mind...
ReplyDeleteWho know what is up there. And if garlic assures the homeowners, well...
I lived in several old houses growing up and they hold no terrors for me - I used to make up stories about them in my head!
DeleteHaving lived in a haunted 17th century pub this seems very familiar! Fortunately we always had loads of garlic in the kitchen.
DeleteHere's mine!
What was the atmosphere like after closing time?
DeleteNice chiller!
ReplyDeletegood for her. :)
ReplyDeleteIf you want a problem solved, do it yourself!
DeleteQuite a scene setter
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra.
DeleteThat was very eerie, Lizy! Great take on the photo prompt.
ReplyDeleteSusan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Thank you, Susan x
DeleteThose little niches can hold no end of scary or enticing possibilities :)
ReplyDeleteLet's hope the niches in our lives are intriguing!
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