Another odd photo from Sue Vincent for her Thursday #writephoto prompt. They always seem to capture something that perhaps the naked eye missed.
Clearing out the Victorian clutter from the old house was easy. There was plenty of room in the cellars that stretched deep and wide, and there would be time to open them up to the public once the upper floors of the fortress had been restored to their original state. The plaster and mouldings of the bedrooms and drawing rooms, and in particular the mock Gothic of the main rooms and the entrance hall were being stripped out, with the mounted boars’ and stags’ heads, the dark-stained wooden staircases, and the fake spits in the fake hearths. Anything of any value would be sorted and donated to museums dealing with the nineteenth, eighteenth and seventeenth centuries.
The curator supervised the transfer below ground and closed the heavy oak door on the trophies of the Victorian lunatic who had turned a fourteenth century fortified manor house into something out of a Walter Scott novel. The key wasn’t in the lock. He remembered it well, a curious key, particularly finely worked for such an old lock. It must have been hanging up with the others in the office. He was on the point of going to get it when the site foreman shouted out that if he was ready, guv, they’d turn the power back off and call it a day. He shrugged. If anyone wanted to steal any of the horrors he’d seen shipped downstairs, they were more than welcome. He called out to go head, that he was leaving, and the lights were turned off.
Later, much later when the wires and pipes had sighed their last sighs as the site settled, when the dust lay in a fine film over the newly-exposed parts of wall and pavement, the shadows moved in the cellars. For the first time in two centuries, the door had not been locked.
46 thoughts on “Microfiction #writephoto: Restoration”
I love the way you throw in the eerie last line!
That’s because I can never think of anything awful enough to come up to expectations. Suggestion is all you’re getting 🙂
It works brilliantly!
Thank you 🙂 I’ll leave the horror to the experts.
good ghostly sheen to this tale Jane; I’d love to know more…
So would I. If I ever find out what happened next, I’ll post it 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
You set a high bar.(K)
I try to make it all count 🙂
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Be Afraid – Be VERY Afraid…
Haven’t I heard that somewhere before? Thanks Chris 🙂
Oh, good one, Jane. Creepy. 🙂
Just don’t ask me to write any more. These kind of stories freak me out 🙂
Gripping! I am afraid.
For someone who is terrified of horror stories of any description, I have a morbid fascination with writing scary stories 🙂 I’m glad it frightened you, Cynthia!
Best to keep that door locked….
It’s always a good idea.
Suggestion is more than enough, Jane 😉
I promise I won’t write a sequel 🙂
Extremely well done!
Thank you Rae!
Cliffhanger alert! I’ve a feeling the key is on the other side of the door. That’s why he couldn’t find it. But, what do I know?
Wherever it is, it’s where it’s not doing any good 🙂
Oh. another creepy ghostly tale. Well written, but of course.
Sue’s photos seem to always have that effect. Thanks Neel 🙂
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Thanks Sue 🙂
Oh, creepy! Nice work, Jane 👻👻👻
Thanks Sarah 🙂
Ooh, loved the ending – very creepy 🙂 I mean, the whole thing was great, but the ending grabbed me…
Thanks Helen! I have a thing about cellars and like to be sure the door is always locked.
*shudder* I totally get that…
Thank you, Marilyn 🙂
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Thanks for reblogging, Viv 🙂
This is great. A lovely new angle with a laden last few lines.
Thank you Robbie! Leaving cellar doors unlocked is never a good idea as far as I’m concerned.