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Aspects of the cottage were unusual to say the least. A large white, winged-devil gargoyle hung to the left of a handwritten sign – Haunted Cottage. Julie and I exchanged glances.
“Welcome, you found the place then!” A short woman in her sixties with a mop of long, incongruously-black hair answered the door. “I’m Mary. Come in.”
Julie and I had answered an advertisement for a saddle, for my stepdaughter’s first horse. We passed through a tack room into a large conservatory.
“Please sit. I’ll make some tea.”
“Oh, no, that’s fine, we can’t stay long.” Julie smiled and toyed with her blonde hair.
“Oh, I insist,” replied Mary. Before we could say anything she’d disappeared.
Julie and I looked around. A large ‘Green Man’ planter hung high on the one solid wall and peach-coloured cushions graced cane furniture.
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Soon Mary was back. “The tea won’t be long. Now I must tell you, I have two witches.”
“Sorry?”
“Two witches, in spirit. They live here. They get up to all kinds of tricks!”
“Oh.” Julie tried to keep a straight face.
I was far less skeptical. “Like what?”
“Oh, they stole my slippers and put them in an old coat. Come, I’ll show you!”
She led us into the cottage, a network of small immaculate rooms, full of antique furniture and effects. Stuffed foxes glowered from glass cages and witches, from small dolls to waist-high figures, were everywhere.
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Back in the conservatory, having seen the coat and slippers, and having succeeded in getting Mary’s mind back on the purpose of our visit long enough to purchase the saddle, I finished my tea. “Well, thanks Mary, it sounds like it’s never a dull moment around here!”
She sat up suddenly. “Did you hear that? Thunder. There’s going to be a storm.”
“Oh well, we’d best be going.” I felt in my pocket for the car key but it was empty. “Hang on, where’s my car key?”
There was a flash of lightning and rain rattled on the windows. I ran to the car with my jacket over my head. “It’s OK, I left it in the ignition!” I shouted.
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That lady was crazy,” said Julie, snuggling up to me in bed. Her skin was warm and comforting.
“Yeah, maybe, but when we were first sitting down I seem to remember the car key was pressing against my leg…”
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I smiled while reading this. Interesting.
Glad you enjoyed it!
Wow! There is no doubt in my mind about this one. I have met diverse people throughout my life and wouldn’t put it past some of them to live a life such as this. What a wonderful experience! ✨🔮✨
Hi there! Yes, all the details of the house and the lady are true. I don’t think I could’ve made it up if I’d tried! It was a bit like a museum, and immaculate. They (she had a ‘partner’) had several horses and dogs too. I’ve often thought it would be fascinating to go for a week’s holiday there, to listen to their stories and ‘meet’ the two witches! Thank you for the feedback!
Oh wow! It sounds absolutely enchanting! ✨
The twist at the end seems to be common to all your short stories, and I’ve been thoroughly enjoying them! You’ve definitely got yourself a new follower 😀
Hello and thank you for checking out several of my stories. It’s lovely to know someone has read a few, not just the latest one!
A twist at the end seems to be a very common device in short stories/flash fiction. I’ve always enjoyed doing it so never really questioned the whys and wherefores. I read a short story recently that had no surprises really and no twist. It had won a minor competition but left me feeling disappointed, personally.
My story Scene in a Lincolnshire Churchyard doesn’t have one and there might be a handful of others, but not many!
Thanks again for looking in, and for the ‘follow’! 🙂
I agree, I always try to incorporate twists into my short stories, but not everyone seems to do it and yours are so nicely done that I felt it was worth pointing out 🙂
Ah, thank you 😀
Bordering on creepy but the imagery was really sweet. Even better that it was as concise as it was 🙂 Nice!
Hi Matthew, glad you liked it. In fact, apart from the character of Julie (I actually went with my mother) and the reason for the visit (although we DID pass through a tack room and they had several horses) it is all completely true!!
What a lovely story :))