by Steppen Sawicki
Wrote this from a writing group prompt. Something to do with something happening on tv effecting what’s happening in the room…
Flash Fiction: Horror Drama
Mary didn’t usually watch horror movies.
Her mother wasn’t sure why she had chosen to rent this one. Mary typically picked romances or comedies. Something light-hearted. But as the opening credits rolled, she snuggled under a blanket on the couch as the stings of the nerve-wracking music rang throughout the living room and into the kitchen. Her mother watched Mary from the breakfast nook, studying how her dark hair shone in the dim light. Mood lighting for a scary story.
It took twenty minutes for the ghost to finally appear: a black silhouette in the background, a bit out of focus. The protagonist – a stubborn skeptic – spun around, and it was gone. Mary jumped, startled, and turned to look behind her. But it was only her mother there, by the fireplace. She laughed at herself and turned back to the movie.
The movie was winding its way to its end when the ghost finally revealed itself to the skeptic. Mary’s mother stood behind the couch, as engrossed in the movie as Mary, as engrossed in Mary as in the movie. The ghost reached out to the woman, and mother reached out to Mary. Mary shivered and again checked over her shoulder. But of course no one was there. She was alone in the house tonight.