The Cabin
There was an old empty cabin on the way to school. We’d laugh as we walked past, daring each other to go inside and meet the ghost of Farmer Woo. He’d been killed by wolves, or on a moonshine run, or at the hands of pirates. We were 200 miles from the nearest coast, but that was just another part of the mystery.
Then one day, there was smoke from the chimney and a boy like us chewing grass on the wall outside. He’d come to stay with his Grandpa, he said. Did we want to come over and play?
elmowrites 
Bang goes the mystery!
Yeah. Or does it? 😉
This has the startings of a great adventure I feel. Nice one, Elmo.
Thanks! Could be a fun kids’ adventure story to write!
I reckon so. This big kid would read it too.
Real life getting in the way of a good story once more! But at least they will have a new friend. Nicely done.
I like how you put that, Iain. Although maybe there’s a god story to be had in the friendship.
Not so empty after all! And a new friend, to boot )
Unless the boy’s a ghost too…
Oooh… I didn`t think of that one!
Oh, I love where you took your story, Elmo. A new friend is better than any fictional imaginings.
I agree with you there! Glad you liked it.
Dear Jen,
So much for Farmer Woo. 😉 A nice way to bring an end to the mystery.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I’m glad you enjoyed it – something lighter for this week.
I would be careful. But I’m a pessimist.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who is wondering where the boy came from – perhaps he’s part of the mystery, rather than a solution to it!
Ha Ha … there’s always one spooky house in the neighborhood to tease scared friends. And, now a new friend to frighten. I love this …
Isadora 😎
Our local haunted house has recently been replaced by a new build. I hope my kids remember scurrying past it at halloween though!
There was one house when I was a child that I hated to go passed. There must be one in every neighborhood. 👍
You took me back to the magical moment in my childhood when a new kid moved onto the street. There was no circling, no manoeuvering, no judging. You just went straight out and palled out with them. Great stuff.
Children are so much better at friendships than adults, aren’t they? I’m glad to give you a happy memory there, Sandra
Mysteriously heartwarming – Very nice. 😊
Thanks Ami!
You are most welcome! 🙏
It’s a trap. Run from the ghost kid.
You could be right. Definitely a time to be wary!
And then….and then….and then, along came Jen. 🙂 Well done.
Thanks Bill!
You can’t beat the curiosity of children. There was a lovely ending and a new friend to the group.
I hope we haven’t all lost that mixture of curiosity and imagination as we’ve aged, James. Maybe that’s why we’re writers!
I hope you accepted the invitation?
I hope they did too – more adventures await a yes than a no.
The ghost of Farmer Woo! I love that. I have my fingers crossed that the boy is as he seems – but who knows?
Who knows? I think either way an adventure awaits!
Ooh, so it wasn’t empty after all. Or was it? This is full of intriguing possibilities, well done.