60 word microfiction. The prompt was ‘haunted house’.
The cellar door that refused to close was the first sign, then a heavy, furtive padding in the corridor outside the bedroom door. After the first scratches appeared, deep parallel gouges that splintered the oak, he added a bolt to the lock.
After centuries of forgetfulness, no one remembered the cat buried alive beneath the foundations. To bring luck.
The Four Swans 
was that a thing? eek!
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Ewww!
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😦
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Lots of places over here have a black cat buried in a wall, a well, or a cellar…
Why….💜
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They said it was to keep evil spirits away. Weird superstition along side religion.
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I know that is what I read but it makes no sense at all 💜
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None of it makes any sense. Sprinkling holy water everywhere neither.
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Ooooo, I like this!
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People are strange. Have always been, evidently. (K)
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We’re irredeemable.
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That is a good scary tale!
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It could be the basis for a longer one.
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Absolutely!
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Cats have long been tied into folk magic and superstition. Maybe you just need to sweep the spirits away with your broom? I’m just kidding, Jane, just kidding.
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I do that every day 🙂 The kitten from Hell just keeps coming back…
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wow. actual goosebumps. perfect ~
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It’s such a nasty idea, it deserves more words 🙂
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