That Horror Night (Short Story) ✔️

Part 5

My Father!

But when I threw off the sheet, my father wasn't these. Instead, a terrified young boy was pointing a trembling finger at me like a loaded gun.
The man beside him chuckled.

" That's Anne - Marie, son. A local legend, but she's harmless. Been showing up here for years. "

Like candles blown out, they disappeared.

Lost in thought now, I close my unfinished book. The study is calm, but panic overtakes me like a sudden storm. I imagine my son, his screams unheard. I see him shrinking away from a pointing finger.

Dropping my cup, I race to his room, the smell of a campfire reaching me outside his bedroom. I fling the door open, praying I'm not too late.

Praying he hasn't yet learned that we're ghosts.

The End....