Friday Fictioneers time again. Don’t miss all the other Fictioneers’ stories!
All the kids knew that house was haunted. You’d be safe if you took a magic light inside. Otherwise the ghosts would get you. And if I didn’t go inside, Brian would get me.
So I took all the money I had to the flea market. “Any magic lights?” I asked the woman at the table.
“Magic?” She laughed. “Oh, that old house. You kids still tell that story?”
“It’s a dare,” I mumbled.
“Well, one of them’s magic. But I can’t tell you which one.”
I pulled out my money. “I’ll buy the whole tablefull.”
Now I have the magic light, if I can carry them all. Hope the story’s true.