The ghost girls kept appearing on the photographs. Even on the really old one of my grandfather.

I wasn't that concerned, it was bound to be an effect of those new pills from the doctor. The leaflet had a million and one side effects including hallucinations.

On my seventy first birthday all the family were round my house and I was just blowing out the candles on the three level chocolate cake when there was a pounding on the door.


They took me into the kitchen and closed the door. Sparing the rest of the family the embarasssment of seeing me arrested, the young officers made something up instead.

In the police cell I was visited by the ghost girls. Funnily enough I wasn't frightened. Finally I would be able to get a good nights sleep. Absolution.

My sisters.

Their bodies had just been found in the attic of an old house, destined for redevelopment.

They had come to say goodbye.


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Anglea (joined over 10 years ago)

Six minute story is brilliant as a daily mental excercise to write on a variety of topics. It involves a lot of trial and error before I finish in the given time.

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