”Can I help you?” ”Sorry. I grew up in this house. I was reminiscing.” ”Wanna come in?” ”Better not.” ”Not all good memories, eh?” ”My mom died in the living room.” ”Wow.” ”Don’t worry; she’d never haunt a place.” ”Wait, what?” ”Then again, I was 6. I didn't know her that well.”
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Replying to @MicroFlashFic
1) I always love reading your mini-stories. You have such a vivid imagination
This story struck me in particular because it took me back to my childhood home, where my own mother committed suicide. Yes, I am sad. Yes, I am angry. Yes, I am bitter.2 replies 0 retweets 7 likes -
Replying to @_weeeeeeeeeeeee
This one’s a bit of a cheat. My mother actually did die in the living room of my childhood home (cancer). I would never say this to the current occupants, but once I thought of the scenario I couldn’t resist sharing.
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Replying to @MicroFlashFic
I thought that this story had a ‘real’ vibe to it. I didn’t see the asterisks at the beginning, so I assumed it was just another from your imagination. I am sorry for the loss of your mother
I can definitely empathize.1 reply 0 retweets 5 likes -
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The but about telling the new owners is definitely imagined — and my mother would never haunt a place. But most of these stories, even the weird ones, have a root in some sort of real experience.
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Replying to @MicroFlashFic @_weeeeeeeeeeeee
As someone who's mom also died in the back den at age 12, wanna make a real estate scam where we tell people their house is haunted. Buy low, sell high.
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I have too much compassion for anyone who still lives in my old hometown.
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