Crime, Paranormal, and Horror Writing

Flash Fiction

Flash fiction from Lafayette Close, Louisiana. An unknown, quiet close, hidden in the old quarter, Outsiders are not welcome...

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Chapter One - Missy Devlin


The children screamed and giggled their way through the cul-de-sac, knocking on the row of gaudy houses. Hundreds of carved pumpkins grinned through the darkness, the smell of burning candles and rotting pumpkin flesh hanging in the oppressive autumn heat. White, linen ghosts beckoned to the children from their porches, waving in the evening heat as orange fairy lights sparkled as a tangerine haze spread across dusk.

Missy Devlin opened her front door and invited the knockers in to meet her old man, twenty-three year old Chase Berthelot, a bartender working on Bourbon Street she met last Mardi Gras. The attraction had been instant and by the end of the carnival season he had given up his job and moved in. The usually gregarious senior Devlin’s were still reeling from this shock and had spent the rest of the season hidden on their sprawling plantation house in Francisville. This situation delighted Missy but confused Chase.

The knockers walked slowly through the darkened house, gripping each other in delicious terror. They reached the living room.  Chase sat with his back to the door in a huge wooden armchair reading last month’s Wall Street Journal. Missy pushed the children forward and they tentatively approached the chair.  The living room door slammed shut. The children jumped and ran to the door, grabbing at the handle in panic, not wanting to spend another minute in the creepy house. Suddenly, Missy Devlin screamed, the children flattened themselves against the wall as they looked in silent terror as Chase’s head toppled from his neck and rolled slowly across the floor towards the door leaving a sticky red trail in its wake. Louis screamed so hard he wet himself, His sister was flung to the floor as the knockers panicked and charged from the house in tears.

The grinning Missy, high fived her latest beau, “We sure scare ’em good!”

“Yeah, you right!” Chase grinned as he grabbed the dummy’s head from the floor and plopped back in place for the next victims, then caught Missy by the waist and pushed her against the wall, next to the mantlepiece.The black and white photograph of Great Grandma Devlin tottered and knocked against the peeling wallpaper, a veil of dust loosened and slid from the ancient photograph.

“Let’s give ’em something else to look at, cher” He smiled smearing the red sauce across her chest and hungrily licking it off.

They bounced against the thin walls, hoping to be caught in the act. 

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