a spooky tale from Ritu…
Sue’s photo prompt this week…
Every day we walked to and from school past this gate. Large, foreboding, and always locked.
The walls surrounding the house were of a high stone variety, offering no more glimpses of what was inside, so we would peer through that wrought iron clad entrance, imagining who lived there, and why we never saw them.
The garden appeared unkempt, but someone definitely tended to parts of it, so we knew someone lived there. Grass overgrown, hedges taking over, but stray branches clipped to leave a clear path.
One morning as we trod our regular path, something appeared different.
The perpetually locked gate was… open!
My friends and I stood at the open mouthed entrance temptation so strong to go in, but a fear much greater as to what we’d find inside.
We decided to err on the side of caution. Our parents were…
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