The Broken Door
There was something about the house that disturbed her.
“Are you sure that it’s a suitable place….? I mean it’s quite isolated and…….”
“Don’t tell that you believe the rumour….”
She was about to say something but they heard a knock at the door.
It was an old man.
“I live close by. I just dropped in to tell that the door is broken,” old man pointed to the main door.
But it wasn’t broken.
They looked at each other, suspiciously. The old man glared at them and left, in anger.
To their horror he just walked through the closed door.
A post for Friday Fictioneers
Word count 101