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The quaint, English room seemed perfect to ease out my tired, work-worn muscles over the long weekend.

I was particularly taken in by the huge mirror on one side of the room that reflected off the valance-framed windows on the other side, with several books lined up on its sill. Even the hotel knew of its book-loving guest, I thought amusedly.

As I caught my reflection in the mirror a shiver ran down my spine. I was accompanied by the old manager who had regaled me with the villa’s haunted history.

But, I could not see him in the mirror.

Copyright – Janet Webb
Word count:100
100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here.


  1. Replies
    1. ha, glad! since that's what I intended, Naba :-)

  2. OOps! You've left your character in a tight spot. Best to play it cool and get out of there--or is it already too late.

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    1. Kp sir! thank you much and so glad to have you comment here :-)

  4. Ooh ! Or is the manager dead and moving around with her as a ghost ?

  5. Ooohh ... haunted indeed!! Good one.. :)


    1. know Hanuman chalisa?? ;-)

  7. haha! Good one! :) Liked the way you penned it down Uma :)

  8. Dear Uma,

    Lace curtains and books be damned. It's time to find another hotel.



  9. Uma, Only a ghost hunter would appreciate that type of surprise. It was really spooky. Well written. : ) ---Susan

    1. haha, yes, Susan, and thanks a lot for the read and appreciating :-)

  10. Dear Uma, I can hear eerie music in the background, moaning with an echo, darkness now. And, then you have the invisible hotel clerk. CREEPY GOOD! Love it, love it, love it! Thanks!
    Nan :)

    1. Wow, you added the extra zing needed for this post with the special effects. Thank you, thank you for the lovely comment, Nan :-)


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