Hump Day Kick Start – Death’s Shadow Edition

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.



Still October, still spooky prompts. A step over to the freaky side.

What’s the story? Is the setting modern day or from a time long past? Is the shadow real or could a ghost playing a trick or issuing a warning? Who was she? Witch? Victim of the voices in her head or something or someone more nefarious? Was this intentional or a murder? No matter the answer, the next question would be why. This could be a real horror story. *shivers*

What’s your take?

7 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Death’s Shadow Edition

  1. Janey Mack says:

    This tire swing hurts my neck, Mommy.


  2. I like it Janey! Chalk one up for the tired, frustrated, or just insane mother.


  3. jeff7salter says:

    “There were two distinctly different stories about that old tree near the old house everybody said was haunted,” intoned the grizzled and ancient looking man who claimed he used to be a caretaker on those grounds.
    “What stories?” asked Bill and Susie, both high school seniors and due to graduate next week.
    “Oh, I shouldn’t tell you two youngsters.”
    “Why not?” asked Bill.
    “We want to know,” added Susie.
    “You sure you can handle the tales of this old place… and its tree of death?” said the dubious gent.
    Both nodded their heads.
    “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The old guy looked over both shoulders and lowered his voice to a whisper. “About half the people who’d seen anything out here — and this was mostly the males — always saw a rope noose hanging from that limb. But when ever they brought back somebody to verify it, the noose was gone. vanished.”
    “What did the other half see?” asked Susie.
    “The other half — mostly the females — each claimed they saw the shadow of a woman on the ground. But they never could see what had cast that shadow. And whenever they brought back a witness, the shadow was gone.”
    “Aw, that’s bogus,” said Bill.
    Susie was not so certain, as she clung to Bill’s arm.
    “Well, you two better get going,” said the old man. “And remember, you begged me to tell you.”
    – – –
    A week later, the sheriff drove up and examined the house, grounds, and the old tree. He found the old man puttering in the garage.
    “You seen anything of two high school kids around here?” he asked.
    “One evening, about a week ago,” he answered. “Why?”
    “Well, they’ve come up missing. Some of their friends said they were coming out this way.”
    The old man shook his head slowly. “No telling.”
    “You didn’t fill their heads with all that old talk about vanishing nooses and disappearing shadows, did you?”
    “Me?” said the old gent. “I wouldn’t tell those stories if you begged me.”


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