Photo prompt © Raina NG
The property agent had been truthful.
“I know you like this place. But I suggest you reconsider. It’s rumoured to be haunted.”
They had laughed at him and had moved in without a second thought.
The trip had been pleasant but tiring. They were both dreaming of cosy confines of their home.
As they stepped in they were unnerved. Everything was spotlessly clean and at its own place. Even the flowers were fresh and fragrant.
“Where is the mess we left behind?”
“How do I know?”
They heard a twitter.
It was a bird looking at them through the window.
A post for Friday Fictioneers