Mid-Week Flash Challenge - Week 116
This week's picture prompt is concept art created by Gary Tonge for a psychological horror video game for CAPCOM. He has some incredible art - he also has a page over at Deviant Art which has some amazing images on it.
There is definitely a spooky feel about this picture, and that is what I went with. I like how this one great.
The General Guidelines can be found here.
How to create a clickable link in Blogger comments can be found on lasts week's post here.
There is also a Facebook group for Mid-Week Flash, if you fancy getting the prompt there.
The Forgotten
He stepped carefully across the hallway; he didn’t want to be heard. They wouldn’t be happy he was sneaking around downstairs, it wasn’t allowed after lights out.
He heard a creak from the upstairs landing, and froze. Would there be another? Was someone awake or was the house just settling for the night?
There was another. He rushed to the wall, hoping the shadows near the stairwell would shield him from view. He could hear his mother’s voice as she floated down the stairs in one of her fairytale evening gowns.
“We won’t be late this evening, I want to be back earlier. Teddy has his gala tomorrow night and I’ve still some prep to do.”
“Yes, dear.”
Teddy’s father trailed his mother in bowtie and tails – or his penguin suit as Teddy called it. They were going to the opening of the museum tonight. His father had grumbled about having to go but mother had insisted.
He watched them float out of the front door.
He missed them. His gala had been cancelled as had much of his life for several months after they had gone out that night. This was his only way of seeing them now.
He crept out of his hiding place and stood in the middle of the entrance hall, still staring at the front door. When he turned another figure was on the stairs, a young boy. He stifled a cry.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Oswald.”
“Oswald? You don’t live here!”
“Yes, I do, I’ve been here a while. I’ve been watching you.”
“Liar, I know everyone who lives here, all the new boys that are brought here and you’re not one of them.”
“Why don’t you ever speak to them?”
“Who?”
“Your parents. You watch them go almost every night, but you never call to them.”
“You can see them too?”
“Of course I can. I saw them my first night here. And I saw you, too, watching them. You’re Teddy Rosenblatt.”
“How do you know my name?”
“Everyone knows the name of the founder of Lost Boys Orphanage.”
“Orphanage? What are you talking about? This is a boarding school.”
“Yes, your uncle did turn it into a school after your parents died, that’s true, so he could keep on working and look after you at the same time. But then when you grew up and he died, you turned it into an orphanage, for other boys that had lost their parents.”
“Grew up? What are you talking about? I’m still a boy.”
“You are in your current form, yes. I think that’s because you lost your parents then, and your heart broke, something you never fully recovered from.”
“What do you mean, current form?”
“You don’t know, do you? You’re a ghost, Teddy, like your parents. You died. That’s why you should call out to them, you can join them now.”
Teddy looked down at his body and suddenly the memory of his life came to him; all the years that had gone by and how he had finally succumbed to a lung infection. He looked at Oswald.
“And you can see me?”
“Of course I can. I’m a ghost too.”
“So you appear as a boy because you lost your parents as a child, too?”
“Oh no, I lost my parents when I was a baby. I died as a boy, here in this house when war came and it was bombed. The upstairs ceiling fell in.”
Teddy looked at the staircase. The luscious carpet, embossed satin wallpaper and oak banister rail melted away, revealing the bare bones of what was left of a derelict building. Panic rose in him.
“Am I too late? Will they be back tomorrow night?”
“They’ll keep coming back until you join them.”
“And what about you? When do you get to leave?”
“Oh I don’t. I’m one of the forgotten. No one knows I’m here.”
There is definitely a spooky feel about this picture, and that is what I went with. I like how this one great.
The General Guidelines can be found here.
How to create a clickable link in Blogger comments can be found on lasts week's post here.
There is also a Facebook group for Mid-Week Flash, if you fancy getting the prompt there.
The Forgotten
He stepped carefully across the hallway; he didn’t want to be heard. They wouldn’t be happy he was sneaking around downstairs, it wasn’t allowed after lights out.
He heard a creak from the upstairs landing, and froze. Would there be another? Was someone awake or was the house just settling for the night?
There was another. He rushed to the wall, hoping the shadows near the stairwell would shield him from view. He could hear his mother’s voice as she floated down the stairs in one of her fairytale evening gowns.
“We won’t be late this evening, I want to be back earlier. Teddy has his gala tomorrow night and I’ve still some prep to do.”
“Yes, dear.”
Teddy’s father trailed his mother in bowtie and tails – or his penguin suit as Teddy called it. They were going to the opening of the museum tonight. His father had grumbled about having to go but mother had insisted.
He watched them float out of the front door.
He missed them. His gala had been cancelled as had much of his life for several months after they had gone out that night. This was his only way of seeing them now.
He crept out of his hiding place and stood in the middle of the entrance hall, still staring at the front door. When he turned another figure was on the stairs, a young boy. He stifled a cry.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Oswald.”
“Oswald? You don’t live here!”
“Yes, I do, I’ve been here a while. I’ve been watching you.”
“Liar, I know everyone who lives here, all the new boys that are brought here and you’re not one of them.”
“Why don’t you ever speak to them?”
“Who?”
“Your parents. You watch them go almost every night, but you never call to them.”
“You can see them too?”
“Of course I can. I saw them my first night here. And I saw you, too, watching them. You’re Teddy Rosenblatt.”
“How do you know my name?”
“Everyone knows the name of the founder of Lost Boys Orphanage.”
“Orphanage? What are you talking about? This is a boarding school.”
“Yes, your uncle did turn it into a school after your parents died, that’s true, so he could keep on working and look after you at the same time. But then when you grew up and he died, you turned it into an orphanage, for other boys that had lost their parents.”
“Grew up? What are you talking about? I’m still a boy.”
“You are in your current form, yes. I think that’s because you lost your parents then, and your heart broke, something you never fully recovered from.”
“What do you mean, current form?”
“You don’t know, do you? You’re a ghost, Teddy, like your parents. You died. That’s why you should call out to them, you can join them now.”
Teddy looked down at his body and suddenly the memory of his life came to him; all the years that had gone by and how he had finally succumbed to a lung infection. He looked at Oswald.
“And you can see me?”
“Of course I can. I’m a ghost too.”
“So you appear as a boy because you lost your parents as a child, too?”
“Oh no, I lost my parents when I was a baby. I died as a boy, here in this house when war came and it was bombed. The upstairs ceiling fell in.”
Teddy looked at the staircase. The luscious carpet, embossed satin wallpaper and oak banister rail melted away, revealing the bare bones of what was left of a derelict building. Panic rose in him.
“Am I too late? Will they be back tomorrow night?”
“They’ll keep coming back until you join them.”
“And what about you? When do you get to leave?”
“Oh I don’t. I’m one of the forgotten. No one knows I’m here.”
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