I found my boyfriend in the kitchen, bags packed. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t do this any more.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Every time I… go in the bathroom, it’s like I’m seeing you there. Laying down. With your eyes…”
He stops.
I know what he means. How he found me, three years ago, after the electric shock. I try to touch him, and he shrinks away.
“I’m sorry,” he says again. “I just can’t.”
And he leaves. I try to go after him, but I’m stuck inside the house I haunt. The door shuts, and I’ve never felt so dead.
Neil Murton over 9 years ago
The prompt I was given for this one was 'It's not the volts that kill you.'
Michael D. Brooks over 9 years ago
Nice one.
Neil Murton over 9 years ago
Thanks Michael :)
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Superior ghost story, very well written. Your drabbles are always a highlight for me here on drablr.com, Neil.