I wrote this story a while ago but thought it deserved another viewing. Although it should come with a warning, it’s not for the fainthearted. 😉
This story was written in response to the following word prompts:
Firstly the three things challenge from The Haunted Wordsmith:
Corpse, Murder, Greenhouse
“I think it is a simple manifestation of some kind of spirit,” he said removing his special ‘ghost detecting’ glasses.
Suzie glared at him “Are you trying to frighten me? What is this manifestation doing in my greenhouse anyway?”
Dr Finklefoss detected the aggression in her voice and rightly put it down to a response from feeling anxious. Fear of the supernatural was a common thing. He experienced it every day among the ill-educated and narrow-minded people he was forced to deal with.
He preferred working with the spirits rather than the living. Dead people were much easier to get on with.
“I would suspect that the murder took place in your greenhouse and that would explain why tools and plants get thrown around and why your glass panes are frequently broken. It will explain why there is a distinct cold zone in the middle of it too. This is where the poor young woman was killed.”
If she’d been anxious before, the look she gave him now was positively terrified.
“What murder, what are you talking about?” she shouted.
“You hired me to find out why you were getting these strange occurrences? Surely you must have suspected a supernatural reason and yet now you are acting like I am lying to you. She cannot harm you. All she wants is to tell us what happened to her. She is going to lead me to where her corpse is buried. She only wants the truth.”
Dr Finklefoss followed the spirit as it led him on a long and abstract path through the woods.
Suzie followed some way behind, her steps were strangely laboured.
As the spectral form stopped above a mound of disturbed earth, Dr Finklefoss realised that this spirit had not been dead that long at all. The spirits face distorted, a look of shock and fear marred the young girls face. She pointed behind him in warning, but it was too late. He felt the hard whack of the iron shovel as it caved in the back of his head. Then nothing.
Suzie dropped the shovel and watched the man bleed to death. A cold smile curled the corner of her lips. “There are some truths that I’d rather were kept hidden, thank you, Doctor.”
She returned to the house and resumed the identity of her wealthy sister, who no one suspected had a twin sister kept locked away in an institution. Well, she’d been locked away until last week, anyway and now she was enjoying herself for the first time in ages.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/October/2018