There were stories of ghosts in the old brewery. And they are true. Men who used to work there, who had fallen into the hops, suicides and murders. There was painting inside, done with blood it looked. Of stars like you see in horror movies, with candles. Some nights you can see lights inside. They dared me. I didn’t want to go in.
“You’ll be alright,” they said. “You can join our gang if you do.”
They hid behind the naked trees.
They never came to help when they heard me screaming.
Now it’s me they tell stories about.
Genre: Horror. Word Count 99