“Alone Again, Naturally”
Scott L Vannatter – January 25, 2015
The old, dilapidated mansion groaned quietly in the silence of the centuries.
Francesca sat on the empty floor of what used to be the main ballroom and sobbed wailing tears of abandon.
She screamed and no one came; yelled and no one answered; shrieked and listened only to silence return.
“Mama, what’s that horrible screeching sound coming from the old Banston house?” said Billae Joe, her dress dragging on the dusty road and causing a small whirlwind behind her.
“Dearest, that’s the ghost of Francesca Banston, who killed her lover in a fit of rage and jealousy and was cursed by his mother to reside forever alone in that house over one hundred and fifty years ago.”