The House Across The Street (In Waiting-Rewrite)

There’d been problems in these isolated areas with teens holding raves in the empty houses that dotted the dwindling township. Tally picked up the phone to call for help, but the line was dead. Tired of cringing in fear, she had decided to confront the intruders.
The gate screeched in protest as Tally pushed it open on its rusty hinges. It was the only noise in the dead of night. Strange there was no music, no loud voices.
The candle she’d seen burning in a lower window of the abandoned house across the street, as she’d pulled closed her own curtains, was snuffed out at the first creak.
The enveloping cloak of midnight shrouded Tally and her surroundings completely as the single light source was extinguished. Tally shivered. She’d bought the only other house on the isolated lane a year before and had discounted the stories she’d heard about the neighbouring property. Now she wasn’t so sure she should have dismissed the tales out of hand so quickly.
She wanted to turn and run home, but found her limbs suddenly frozen.
A tattered curtain flickered to her left. A pale face looked out at her. A face she’d seen before; but only in photographs in the local museum.
The apparition smiled wickedly. With a crooked finger it beckoned Tally towards the door that was slowly opening of its own accord.
Tally obeyed, her will gone. The dreaded witch ghost was calling on the weak to join her for eternity.

© Alison Pearce

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