Just for an idea

How do you like the place?

It’s amazing…but…

I could die ten times…..but I would not leave….

When did you….?

Don’t remember…..perhaps three…four hundred years ago….burnt …at the stake

I never believed in ghosts…all my life.

It is a big shock!

I still can’t believe it.

Hardly matters, now.......

I was certain about everything….almost dead sure. I argued …with everyone…vehemently.

I can imagine. We all were…dead sure. And we suffered…. suffer.

When will it end?

You mean…will it end?

Yes.

Don’t know.

Wish I could have been less sure! It was not worth it.

Yes, it was foolish….getting burnt…. just for an idea.

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The Pirate Ship

Is that a ship up there, grandpa?

My…my, I didn’t notice it. Of course it is a ship.

What’s it doing up there?

Well, I don’t know. Let’s go and check.

But if it were a pirate ship they might attack us. You once told me that story when you were on that famous ship with Columbus and the pirates…...

Hush; don’t even utter a word about that. It still frightens me to death. 

But why did they cut you up in hundred….

Stop, grandpa shrieked.

But was that story true.

As true as the plants growing on our graves…...

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The Bat

“Sir, is this house haunted?” the little boy asked.

The mischievous woodcutter thought that there was something funny about the little boy. “Why do you ask?”

“My friends keep threatening that one day they will lock me in here and the ghost will turn me into a little bat.”

“But it would be a great fun, being a bat, hanging upside down.” And the woodcutter pretended being a bat, hanging upside down, making a fearful face.

But next moment he was shrieking in terror.

The little boy was hanging besides him, upside down like a bat.

And he was not pretending.

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Word count 102

A post for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt.