short fiction

ghosts and stuff.

It's not important to know this young lady's name however, I will tell you about her life.

The moving van backed up into the driveway of the old house. Evan Costello was once again looking around. The moment he had seen the house, he knew he would love it.

I am Reem. I am here to tell you that something is among us and it is hostile.

Alex offered the drunk Jason a ride home. Jason had trouble walking but not badly enough to hurt himself.

He woke up and stayed in bed just to relax. He closed his eyes and thought about the day ahead. He then got up out of bed and felt around for the light switch but couldn't seem to find it.

His bare feet blistered and calloused against the concrete. Concrete for as far as the eye can see. They just needed something to eat and their last meal was 4 days ago.