MY CHANCE ENCOUNTER

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SUMMARY:

Simon encounters a female apparition--who has a thing...for him.

* My Chance Encounter is a flash fiction piece, which features in Jess's short story collection, Diva, and her writing/illustrating portfolio, Porcelain.

GENRE: Flash Fiction / Horror | 2,500 Words

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REVIEW:

"This story grabs you in from the start. It didn't move too fast all, which was nice because I was worried that it might move too fast being a flash fiction story, but it didn't...overall, I like how the character 'Jess' acts in this story and I think a lot of girls could relate to her. Very cool flash fiction/horror story."

-- Much thanks to Ashley & the team @ Book Thirsty Reviews!

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EXCERPT:

I peered at the old house from between the bars of its rusty iron gates. The outer walls of the building were crawled over with vines and ivy. I could spot layers of paint cracking and flaking off, revealing the layer of dirt-red brick underneath.

I gave the gates a push—they swung open without a creak, which surprised me. Something about the old house was fascinating. It had a mysterious charm that lured my senses. I walked in on the stone pathway and waited on the doorstep for a moment. I felt like a guest, awaiting a very elusive but gracious host, the house itself.

“Hellooo,” I called out in a low voice. I rapped my knuckles against the door. Just in case there was anyone inside.

Nothing but quiet. I turned the knob and went in.

The sharp scent of fresh pine shot up my nose in an instant. The house was perfumed with it. The interior decorations of the house were lavish, though it must have looked even more opulent during the days when people were actually living in this place. I saw three gold-framed portraits—of a duke, a soldier on his horse with a scarlet-plumed helmet, and a little girl with soft golden curls standing by a window.

I heard a sound just then—

“Flumph.”

It came from upstairs. What was that? I was hit with visions, snippets of a headless ghost, a zombie that had been thrown back up from the dead, a body lying face down in a pool of blood…a murder, right here in the house I was in! Blood would be seeping through the ceiling…I was just letting my imagination go free. I knew I would be testing my luck going to investigate, but the itch to find out was too much.

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