Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and to Sonya for the photo.
Here’s my story:
No one really knows what happened to Mr Kendall, the eccentric old man who lived in the big mansion on the corner, but there was certainly a lot of speculation.
Some say the devil possessed his body and mind and he stabbed himself to death in a fit of rage. Others say he was murdered in his sleep by his treacherous family, in order to steal his large inheritance.
They say that some nights, especially when the moon is full, you can see the ghost of Old Man Kendall, wandering aimlessly through the graveyard, his arms held out in front of him, caressing each gravestone with his bony fingers, searching….