Winding my way. The commonwealth for an hour, but now it’s the oldest county in the state no one seems to believe is real. I can feel the old. It looks into my windows. Trying both to outrun it and let it ride with me.
The turns. Always the turns, then blindness, then an opening. Pressing fuel but now another turn.
Four hills, and narrow. Speed lost, though I look for it. A crumbling stone bridge suggests in silence I can’t cross.
I cross and the stones disappear behind me.
It will be soon. And all out of my hands.
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Advent Ghosts 100 Word Storytelling is put on by Loren Eaton at I Saw Lightning Fall. You can read this year’s entries there. Visit back here throughout the day for a growing crop of spooky stories from a range of writers! Loren posts them all day as we approach the darkest day of the year.
This is an exactly 100-word flash fiction piece for a tradition of writing ghost stories on Christmas Eve. We acknowledge a sinful and hopeless world, and welcome the dawn in full awareness that Christmas day brings us light.
Search tag “Advent Ghosts” to read all of my 100-word stories for this project over the years.
Esse Diem 
Oh my, that’s surreal and completely creepy …
You nailed it, brother! TY for carrying on this tradition!
I love your descriptions! Thank you for telling us about this place in a very creepy story!
True story, just happened yesterday! TY for reading and sharing your thoughts. It means a lot.
Well done. I really enjoyed this.
Thank you! Oddly, I did, too. Sometimes it’s okay to let the ghosts ride along……
Great description.
Great descriptions. Well done.
Thank you! It was quite the ride.
Very atmospheric.
TY! It’s a spooky ride in daylight….I would NOT want to try it at night. 👻
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