I couldn’t sleep and for some reason I felt inspired to write a short piece of flash fiction. Here it is for your amusement/bemusement.
Frances felt a wave of terror wash over her as the ghostly figure appeared on the graveyard path, its pale form glinting in the moonlight.
It screamed silently, its face contorted in to a mask of pure horror and unfathomable’ agony. Then it disappeared.
“You OK?” John called from further up the path.
“Yeah, fine,” Frances replied. “I thought I saw something.” She hurried to catch up.
“How did I do?” the ghost asked its companion, who consulted its clipboard.
“You got a B-. A well timed scream, but you just didn’t quite sell the haunting expression enough.”