It was all false. The story was a fake. Trudy had been glancing about, paranoid. She felt a cold and weird presence. She felt a story coming on, one that would scare the skin off their bones.
"Hey, kids, guess what? There's a house near here. It's been vacant for twenty years." Trudy said.
Jerome said "Whoa. That's almost as old as you."
She smiled and said sarcastically "There's a reason I love you, sweetheart. And I appreciate your honesty."
"Any time, Trudes." Jerome ignored the heavy sarcasm in her voice, making her roll her eyes. "So, go on, tell us the story."
Trudy sighed. "Right, forty years ago, a young and rich man built that huge house. He had fallen in love with a beautiful young woman and he intended to move into that house with her. He gave her that house.
They got married. They even lived together for a while. But one day, he went out and didn't return. She waited an hour, then sent the police out looking.
When he was found, he was cold and lay dead. The police had to tell her what had happened.
When they told her, she went into hysterics. She refused to believe he was dead.
About a week after his death, a man's voice bounced off the walls. He was calling for his wife. She was mad with her sadness and she fell down the stairs, breaking her neck. She died instantly.
People wondered why there were no wails in that house and went to see why. They found her in a sad heap on the floor. Nobody knew how long she'd been there, but they were shocked to see her dead.
Now, every year on Halloween, you can hear loud thuds and the crack as she dies again and again." Trudy said, ending her story there.
Jerome stared at her. She had never come out with anything like that. He'd never thought of her as the dark one. But he was now seeing a side of her he was not keen on.
He was used to seeing the warm, light, snuggle-y person he loved.
Jasper was stood in the doorway, watching the maternal and cuddly woman, snuggling a sleeping girl close to her. He loved watching her.
She noticed him and smiled. He came and sat with her and kissed her cheek.
They snuggled close, Nina sleeping close to Trudy.
Very soon, the kids would be searching the empty old house. Trudy knew that. She knew it wasn't truly haunted, but it would be funny for her to let them go. She fell asleep on Jasper's shoulder.
All the kids were enjoying planning more ghost stories.
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Sorry it was boring and short, but I'm experiencing writers' block. Review if you enjoyed, PM me with ideas. Until next update, Random Dizzy. :)