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Jack pushed the dark mahogany door open and was genuinely surprised. He was braced for darkness and horror but instead, the interior was brilliantly lit and the carpet was plush and grand.
“This is a joke, right?” Ash whispered. Jack ignored him and continued down the corridor.
A few steps further, they heard a door slammed and turned. Their eyes widened at once. “It can’t be,” Jack muttered.
The man grinned and spoke in a British accent. “Yes, gentlemen, the one and only, Wilbur Winston. Welcome to my home. We’ve been expecting you.”
“We?” Jack mustered.
“Me and my family, of course.” He stepped forward and the floor squeaked.
“How are you alive?”
“We never died.” He looked at them, perplexed and then laughed. “Oh, you fell for that?” Jack and Ash exchanged nervous glances. “Yes, we never died. We have however been cursed to be stuck here forever.”
“Cursed?” Jack asked.
Wilbur’s eyes suddenly became ravenous. “Yes and you have no idea how starving we are. Now, let me introduce you boys to my family. They are all dying to meet you.” His smile became wider, revealing his fangs and all around Jack and Ash, they could suddenly hear feet shuffling on the floor. They wanted to run but their feet seemed to be locked in place.
Outside, behind the mansion, a van shifted to park. The Winston’s butler was back from his little trip from the hospital. As he got out of the van, he heard a blood-curdling scream. He ran for the door, pushed it open and sighed. “Is that another mess I have to clean up?”
To finish this delicious story, I had to go over the word limit, way over. (~269 words) I hope you’ll enjoy the conclusion.
I am participating in Priceless Joy’s fairly-new flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above. This is 100% fiction!