This was written for Friday Fictioneers. Each Friday, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields provides a photo prompt and gives anyone and everyone a chance to respond with a story of 100 words or under. Click on the blue frog below to read other stories and to add your own!
A Friendly Visit
“Sure someone lives here?” Jenna asked.
“Why do you say that?” Beatrice pressed the intercom button. “It’s me.”
Jenna didn’t reply. There were no cars or people. An air of neglect hung over the place.
The gate opened.
Jenna followed Beatrice through the yard, into the foyer. There was no furniture, and very little light.
Beatrice turned, looking at Jenna expectantly.
“Where’re your grandparents?” Jenna asked.
Beatrice grinned. “Don’t you see them?”
The front door swung shut. Something was wrong.
“I brought her for you!” Beatrice shouted.
Before Jenna fainted, she saw the shadows, creeping toward her along the walls.