Weekend Challenge: Haunted Houses

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Happy 2022, all! A belated Weekend Challenge is here for you, and themed to my task for today.... which is to watch the new episodes of Ghost Hunters and Kindred Spirits.

Obviously, these prompts (from Masterclass, so they must be good?) are intended for writing a scary story, but WE DON'T FOLLOW RULES HERE.

Maybe your characters of choice are talking about a movie they just saw, or maybe a family story? Maybe your main character is just stuck reading a terrible book or the guy making the coffee is talking about the creepy history of town to someone at another table?

Make it work for you.

1-25 ; as many or as few as you want!

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[agdhani.livejournal.com]

considering my mc (and groups of other cast members) are going to be traveling through largely abandoned, unknown territory...haunted might just be the perfect thing for me.
Give me 10 and 15 and I'll see what I can make fit.

[erinm-4600.livejournal.com]

OOOOH Intrigue! :D

Your prompt is: Someone follows you home, and it’s your exact double.
Your prompt is: You’re lost in the woods, and you don’t know how you got there.

Happy Writing!

cleaning out some weekend prompts

[agdhani.livejournal.com]

For a moment she felt the distinct stab of certainty that she had been followed into this shabby, cold house by someone wearing her exact face. The jagged intake of breath and the spike in her heartrate was quickly relieved by the realization that the ghost caught at the corner of her eye was only her own image reflected back by the distortion of an antique silver mirror covered with dust that hung across from the closed that closed behind her. She was bone-weary and though she had sworn she would never sit again after so many hours spent in a plane, in the backs of delivery trucks, and finally on the private fishing trawler…all belonging to people who owed Jack Bauer favors…she sank onto the overstuffed sofa with a groan and closed her eyes as soon as she stopped moving.

Jack had said she was safe here. That she would not be alone.

She was certain there was no one else here now. The entire house embraced her with an aura of too many months, maybe years, of abandonment.

It was just as well.

When she opened her eyes again, the fleeting after-images of a night where she was lost in the woods…in the jungle…where both Carl and Ren refused to respond to her calls…stuck to her lids, she wondered where she was and how she had gotten there. Her head was on a pillow, she was covered with a heavy blanket that smelled of lavender soap and recent laundering and the word beyond the shuttered windows was brighter than it had been.

She also wondered, as she turned her head towards the sounds in the dimly lit kitchen, the room situated at an angle that prevented her from seeing into it, when she had ceased being alone.

“Breakfast?”