The teenagers took off into the woods. They came upon a moss-covered stone structure, breathless, scraped, and muddied from running through low-hanging branches and tripping over raised roots.
“Please help.” A pale young girl appeared from behind the well. Bloodstains covered the front of her dress.
“It’s the ghost!” Jake snatched a log from a cutout in the structure.
She stepped closer, and he swung—the log turning her head all the way around, snapping her neck.
They watched her body, waited for it to vanish into thin air, but it remained stiff on the cold forest floor.
© 2015 Nortina Simmons
This is a continuation of last week’s “Prom Night.”
Nortina's Writing Inspiration Well 
I love the way or write!
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Thanks! 😀
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*I love the way YOU write!
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I thought it was sad too that the first instinct was to knock her head off. She is an apparition for sure so she couldn’t hurt you! Great chiller! Nan
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Such a tragedy! So many awful things happen when you panic and aren’t thinking straight. Loved all the describing words in your first paragraph and the ending was great too.
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Twice dead? So was she a ghost or wasn’t she? Intriguing mystery yet to be solved.
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Well, Yikes! As Margaret said, gruesome. This poor girl had a terrible night.
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Gruesome. Vivid description – great details. What a slip-up.
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“Oops”.
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A bit of a horrifying tale. This would be a great story for a Halloween party. : O
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Wao, what a mistake they made! Hope they can move forward from that.
Beautifully written, and a great use of the prompt.
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gruesome.
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Oh no! Panic makes you see things. How will they live with that? Great story, there are so many ways this could go from there.
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Oops.
I like your titles. I also like your attention to detail with your description of ” tripping over raised roots”. A visual that would not have come to mind for me without your putting it there.
Randy
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Yeah, I can just hear that in court. “But your honor, it’s not my fault. I thought she was a ghost.” 🙂
janet
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Great story. How sad that they thought she was a ghost and killed her when all she was doing was asking for help. Excellent! I enjoyed reading this.
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You’ve picked a fine title, and written a fine scary tale. Well done.
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Oh dear, that’s really going to give those kids (and me) bad dreams. Great title.
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So grizzly… a mistake that could happen .. yet it scares me a lot.
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Uh oh. A case of mistaken identity. Oops! Well written. I like the curve at the end.
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Somehow I don’t see that cutting it as a defence – the boy’s in trouble. Nice one.
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I think you’re right. No court would buy that one. Thanks for reading. 🙂
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Stevie said “you believe in things that you don’t understand and you suffer”. Well written.
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“Superstition ain’t the way.” Love that song! Thanks for reading.
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Dear Nortina,
Does this mean she wasn’t a ghost? Grisly. Nicely written though.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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That’s right. There may have been a ghost in those woods, but unfortunately for her and Jake, she wasn’t it. Thanks for reading. 🙂
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