“You know ghosts are real, Curt,” Tara teases. “I have scientific proof, too!”

Curt is hardly listening to that claim, more focused on her hair, so dark and slick that the moonlight bounces off it with a glimmer. “You’re lying. Save the scary stories for the Halloween party tomorrow.”

“You wish I were lying, scaredy cat!”

He rolls his eyes and looks through the tall gate that nearly surrounds the entire house, save for the driveway entrance. It’s sixty-seven degrees outside, standard for a North Carolina fall, yet his hands feel as if they may freeze to the iron bars.

Tara barely scrapes her long acrylic nails on his neck, each emblazoned with either a pumpkin or witch hat or sheet ghost or whatever her heart desired. His veins run cold, and a chill raises the hairs on his arms as he breaks out in goosebumps.

He hides his neck like a turtle and recoils out of her reach. “Hey, don’t do that! It’s weird.”

“Ever feel that sensation when you’re all by yourself, Curt? Only no one is there?”

Curt’s cheeks turn red. “I guess, yeah.”

“Well, that’s cause a silent sneaky specter just soared right through you! Or more likely, you just ran through it while trespassing in its house! Boo!” Tara squeals, taunting Curt with the ghost painted on her thumb nail. “If you didn’t chicken out every year and actually went inside the old Wilkins house, you’d be shivering with cold chills the entire time, I bet!”

He rolls his eyes and looks back at the Wilkins house. “Whatever. I’m going home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She waves him off with a proud grin and stomps away in her big heeled black boots, making sure to jump over every crack in the sidewalk on her way home.

Curt walks into his small apartment and immediately heads to the thermostat; it’s a bit chilly. He scratches his head at the temperature display. It’s set to seventy-two but reads sixty-one. He heads into his bedroom, looking for an open window. All closed. His body shakes. Chills.

0 0 votes
Post Rating
Newest Most Voted
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments
Carrie OLeary
Carrie OLeary(@carrie-oleary)
1 year ago

Hi Ben, welcome to Voice.club. This is a really great first story, love the descriptions; I could feel my own neck shrinking into my polo neck sweater at the thought of those acrylic nails scraping. Well done.

Sandra James
Sandra James(@sandra-james)
1 year ago

I agree with Carrie, a great first story, Ben. Oh, I do feel for poor Curt and can’t help hoping the smug Tara has the tables turned after stomping on all those cracks! Well written, I could feel his fear.

Christer Norrlof
Christer Norrlof(@christer-norrlof)
1 year ago

Welcome to Voice.club, Ben. I liked your story! It had some great descriptions of how fear can be evoked and felt. It’s easy to feel the chill that Curt experiences because of his naughty friend.

Dipayan Chakrabarti
Dipayan Chakrabarti(@dipayan-chakrabarti)
1 year ago

The tale gives a very vivid description of fear. Well done, Ben!

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
1 year ago

A warm welcome to the Voice club, Ben. The skill and the beauty of your expression of the fear that your protagonist feels is amazing. That makes me feel the fear as well. Excellent.

Recent Comments

Selected Authors may submit comments (5 Credits)x
Scroll to Top

Sharing a Post

Why do my friends need to SignIn to read the post I shared?

Actually, this is a voting security feature. During public voting, only club members can read posts submitted for that contest. Since anyone reading the story is able to vote (click the Like button), we reserve these capabilities to members who SignIn. Before we implemented this security feature, people were voting multiple times and making the public voting process unfair and out of balance. To fix this, our staff finally decided to allow only members who SignIn to read the stories. Membership is free and easy, and ensures our club is safe, secure, and family-friendly!