The Mansion. A flash fiction.

The engine dies. He curses the night and she shivers: there’s no signal. A mansion lurks atop a nearby hill. They find it unlocked. They press through dusty rooms, him ahead, her following closely. In the living room, they pass a grand piano; its wiry mouth shimmers in a moonbeam. She wants to leave, she tells him; something feels wrong. He starts shaking his head when a fistful of notes crashes behind them. They whirl around screaming as black and white teeth fall upon them. Bones crack, flesh rips. Then the screaming stops, and the mansion, appeased, goes silent again.

 

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About cyrilbussiere

Author (Author.to/CyrilLCBussiere), Writer, Scientist, and Nurse-to-be. I'm into writing, reading, gaming, raising chickens, playing guitar, and traveling. Man, do I love traveling!
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4 Responses to The Mansion. A flash fiction.

  1. A man (and woman) eating piano? What ever next, Cyril? Now I wonder what that creature really was?

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  2. vivachange77 says:

    As I read I was struck by the words describing a piano whose. ” wiry mouth shimmers in a moonbeam”. You really set things up for the gruesome ending. Good story.

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