Flash Fiction: Candle in the Air

A loud crash awakened the two sisters in the middle of the night. Their parents both worked the night shift. They knew they were alone in the house. So what could the crash be?

“What was that?” They both said, with a fright.

The younger sister said, “I don’t know. Let’s go see.”

The older sister got out of bed and found a baseball bat to protect herself and her sister, just in case there was an intruder in the house. Slowly walking down the stairs, the two sisters tried not to make a sound. The older sister is in front with the baseball bat in hand. A flashlight in hand, the younger sister behind her.

Waving around the flashlight to see if anyone was there, the girls found nothing at all. There wasn’t even a mess on the floor from the crash they thought they had heard.

“What if it was all just a dream?” The younger sister said.

“We both would not have woken up if it was just a dream. And, how could we both been dreaming of a loud noise?” The older sisters insisted.

The younger sister shines the flashlight in the living room. A shocked look came over both girls’ faces. All the girls could see was a candle floating on a plate. There was no one there, no one holding the plate with the candle on it. The older sister turned on the light. And just like that, the plate and candle fell to the ground. The two girls had scared the ghost away.

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