We’ve had problems with one of the rooms in the house being bitterly cold—and sorry, no. Not haunted. I checked. Despite that disappointment, we did finally figure out why it’s always so cold.
I opened a panel in the wall today and found a strange little crawl space big enough to hide a few people in… and it’s not insulated. Only a a few boards and some siding protects this space from the freezing temperatures. Hence, the cold.
Being the smallest person in the house, I volunteered to go inside and put up some insulation. There were cobwebs hanging everywhere. Nails came through the roof and everything was covered in itchy grime. It was quite creepy.
It was easy to imagine the horror of being imprisoned there in the dark. You would hear the neighborhood noises, but you would be too muffled for anyone to hear you. What could someone hide there? Drugs…bodies…guns… Then I had a thought. The house is 123 years old. What has someone hid there?
I posted a photo of the space on my Facebook and my old friend and former co-worker Zach suggested it be a writing prompt. He’s a smart guy—that’s why we’re friends! So now it’s a prompt.
To keep it simple, just leave a flash fiction as a comment here. The prompt? Take a look at the photo and then tell me in 500 words or less what has been hidden here. I love it best when you are horrible, but I guess nice things may have been hidden here too.
Next week I’ll share all the flash stories and pick one at random to send a prize to. This time it will be the latest copy of Space and Time magazine. Winner will be picked out of a hat, no judging by me.