“Over there,” the Ghost pointed.

I craned my neck. “What am I looking at?”

“That bit of rubble, that’s my Deathplace.”

A chorus in the wind – “Deeeeeeeeathplace.”

“Did you hear that?” I demanded, looking for the source.

The ghost nodded. “Of course, that’s my Haunting.”

“Your what?”

“It’s On Demand –one of my many powers. Here, all my powers are more powerful because it’s my Deathplace.”

A chorus in the wind – “Deeeeeeeeathplace.”

“Okay…,” I felt like an actor in one of those staged prank shows as the Ghost snapped. The ruins began to rise.

A chorus in the wind – “Deeeeeeeeathplace.


Written for the Janet Reid Writing Contest, where we were challenged to write a story in 100 words of fewer and include: stage; actor; crane; ghost; chorus.

The piece did not win the competition but I still get a hoot from it 🙂