This first line of a fictional short story was suggested by one of my regular followers, #thenovelreader
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He was bathing in his bathroom when someone knocked on the door.
In most cases, that wouldn’t be a surprise, but for Edward it certainly was. He lived alone, and was the only person in the house as far as he knew.
His first reaction was to call out. “Who’s there? Who are you?” When someone replied, he almost leapt out of the bath with surprise.
“I need to pee. Can I come in please, daddy?” The voice sounded like that of a child, a female child. Edward was more than a little afraid. He had no children, and not even a wife to have had any with. For some reason, his reaction was to get angry. “Go away! Don’t make me call the police”. It seemed silly as he said it, and he stood up in the bath and reached over for a towel.
As he wrapped the towel around him, he could hear crying. More like a gentle sobbing. Then, “Please daddy, I need to go now”. Edward knew he should have opened the door, but he was scared to. What if it was a child? He was only wearing a bath towel, and had no clothes in there to put on. Maybe he had forgotten to lock the door, and a lost and confused child had come in? He sat on the lid of the toilet seat, and thought for a moment.
“This isn’t your house. You need to go away and go home, do you hear me?” The reply was faint, as if the child was walking away.
“Too late. Sorry”.
Slipping the bolt on the door, he opened it a little, and peered through the gap onto the landing. It had never occurred to him not to lock the bathroom door. He always had, even though he lived alone. Now he was glad he did, or the child might have just walked in.
On the wooden flooring of the landing a few inches from the door was a small puddle of liquid. He didn’t need to dip a finger into it to know what it was.
Crossing the landing into his bedroom, he dressed quickly, and went into the other two upstairs rooms. There was no trace of a child, so he ran downstairs and checked the living room and kitchen. Nothing. No hiding child, and no sign of anyone having been there.
Except for the puddle on the landing.
The front door of the house was locked, the key still in the lock where he had left it. The back door the same, and no windows were open.
Edward was not a man who believed in spiritual things like ghosts, and wasn’t about to let this strange experience change his mind. Somehow, a child had been in the house, peed on his floor, then made her escape. He resolved to beef up his home security, and to check if there had been any reports of missing children.
He telephoned a company that fitted bars on windows and heavy deadlocks, making an appointment for someone to come and give an estimate the following Saturday morning. Then he finished getting ready, and set off for work. He would mop up the puddle on the landing when he got home.
On the way, he went into police headquarters near the bus station. The officer at the desk looked suitably keen. “Can I help you sir?” Edward explained what had happened, and that there might be a missing child wandering around the neighbourhood. The officer looked less keen after hearing the story, but slid a form across the desk, and raised his pen. “Okay, I will just take some details, then file a report”. After entering Edward’s name and address, the cop stopped writing.
“You live in the Campbell House on Birch Avenue?” Edward told him he had no idea who had lived there previously. It had been empty when he bought it. Sitting up straight, the officer put down the pen. “Happened not long after I came here from training school. Little Lizzie Campbell drowned in the bath there, and her father was so distraught when he found her, he hung himself later that day from the bannister rail over the stairwell. Reckon you need a priest mister, not the police”.
As far as Edward was concerned, that was so much nonsense. It was a busy time at work, and he soon forgot about it. That night before bed, he decided to have another bath, to ease the ache in his back from a long day. Not long after he had eased himself into the hot water, there was a knock on the bathroom door. And that same childish voice.
“Daddy, can I come in please? I need to poo”.
A great ghost story, Pete! You are doing this as well, as all the other story writings. I apologize again for a longer delay. It seems, i am always finding back only after a week. ;-( Best wishes, Michael
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Thanks Michael. I have been on holiiday, so have just seen this.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You do spooky so well, Pete…good response to the one liner 🙂 x
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Thanks, Carol. I tried to lighten the mood with the last line. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete. x
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I’m so far behind on your blog Pete, my cousin Vicky came into town for a few days and while she’s here I sort of block out all my time for her. She left yesterday, my sister and I cried, as she is much like a sister to us. Anyway I’m really enjoying these essays based on one liners from your followers! Your writing is so versatile. Warmly, C
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Thanks, Cheryl. Glad you had some nice family time. Life before blogging! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Dark and funny at the same time. Nice combination, Pete! 😉
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Thanks, Olga. Glad that worked for you.
Best wishes, Pete.
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nice end 🙂
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Tried for some last line humour! 🙂
Cheers, Pete.
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it worked 🙂
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at least the last line helped my chills calm down -)
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Glad to hear that, Beth. That was my intention.
Best wishes, Pete.
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This was good, Pete, an excellent take on the prompt.
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Thanks, Jennie. I tried to add some humour with the last line.
Best wishes, Pete.
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😀
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Can one adopt ghost children? Warmest regards, Theo
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I can imagine social services might be able to arrange that, Theo. 🙂
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Hairs raised on my arms after reading this one Pete.
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Good to hear that, Jude. I tried to lighten the mood with the last line. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete. x
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I actually don’t think that was necessary. Ghost stories should be chilling.
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Fair enough. 🙂 x
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Nicely done, Pete! That’s got a vibe right out of “The Changeling!”
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Thanks, John. I enjoyed this one myself. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Pete, the imagery was terrific as was the sense of dread…
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Thanks, John. Great to hear that.
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You do tell a good ghost story, Pete! 🙂
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Thanks, Susanne. I tried to lighten the mood with that last line! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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It did the trick! 😄
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Bravo!
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Thanks very much, Geoff. I’m happy that you enjoyed it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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This was exceptional! Great ending as well! 😆 🤣 😂
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Thanks so much, Nadine. That’s very kind.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Very good. I lived in a house once where a man had hanged himself in the garden. It was said by two separate people that his ghost had tried to strangle them as they waited on the porch. The tree had to come down and the stump purified by Buddhist monks. Of course I never saw the ghost myself.
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I’m a lot like Edward in the story, but after two bathroom encounters, I would probably sell the house. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Most ghosts say, “BOO!”
This one said, “POO!”
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And left the evidence! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Inventive take on that first line Pete. Poor little tyke.
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I did struggle with this one. It could have gone anywhere. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Nicely done, Pete. Nothing like an adult terrified of a child, especially when the past comes to have its reckoning. He was definitely spooked and that might not bode well for his future. I would be wary of that stairwell.
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If I was Edward, I would sell that house! 🙂
Thanks, Maggie.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ah! ghosts that pee and poo…Nice! Loved this one the best!
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Thanks, Shaily. Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Need to move out of that house….
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I would have immediately contacted an estate agent, Sue. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yep!!
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Oh I really enjoyed this Pete. I love ghost and paranormal stories.
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Thanks, Marje. I tried to do a ghost story with added humour. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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A great job, Pete. I like this story very much.
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Glad to hear that, Robbie. I initially struggled with that first line.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You’ll have to let her in, but remain in the bathroom to ensure she doesn’t drown on your watch.
Hugs
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If I was Edward, I would keep that door firmly locked, David. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Make sure Edward has a mop and bucket handy then Pete.
Hugs
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I hope he lets her in this time or that landing’s going to be smelly! Nice one Pete!
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Tried to get some humour into this one. I struggled a bit with using that line.
Best wishes, Pete.
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