Two more days before Halloween. Hope all is well with everyone. This is scene 11 to my ghost story. Its not edited but will be at a later date.
Hope you enjoy.
Hugs and chocolate,
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THE HOUSE ON MENDOCINO STREET
Three weeks had passed, and Bob’s attitude toward Niki had worsened. It left Maddie no choice but to call out sick on a Wednesday morning. She needed to find a before-and-after-school program to care for her daughter.
Maddie slugged to the kitchen. She reached into a cupboard for her canister of Maxwell House. Something small and metal-like flew out when she pulled out the coffee can. The thing spun a around for a good thirty seconds before it collapsed on the floor.
She knelt beside it, gingerly scraping it from the floor. After, studied the strange female skeleton face clothed in long flowing robes. In one hand the depiction held a scythe and in the other a globe. Weird.
Maddie held it up and squinted. Tiny letters bordered the bottom half of the coin: Santa Muerte.
Niki screamed form her bedroom, jolting Maddie to attention.
The mom stuffed the coin in her robe pocket and ran to her six-year-old’s room.
There, Niki stood frozen in front of her bedroom window, staring out of it. Her little body shuddered while curtains billowed out and around her.
Maddie grabbed her daughter’s shoulders. “What’s the matter?”
“The bad man wanted in my room.”
“You mean Ed.”
Slowly, Niki turned to face her mom. “Ed’s not the bad man. It’s the bald Spanish one.”
Maddie reached toward the open window. Her hand slipped away from the metal frame but not without taking something small and cold into her hand. A coin. She flipped it up. Another Santa Muerte coin.
© Shelly Arkon 2013