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 