I’ve passed through the doors hundreds of times, without ever really noticing the architectural details. Over the door is a heavy stone arch, supported at either end with stone corbels featuring carved lion heads.
When I climbed the stair this evening, an unusual movement caught my eye. Turning and looking up, instead of a lion’s head I was shocked to see the visage of my former college roommate, surrounded by a ghastly greenish glow. Harley’s eyes widened, before he moaned at me, with the most eerie and dreadful tone. “Beware!”
I hadn’t thought of Harley at all in nearly over thirty years, nor had I touched a drop with dinner. I’m not commonly prone to wild flights of imagination or visitations from spectral harbingers. Yet here was Harley, or at least his face was.
He moaned a second time, “Beware!”
I stood dumbfounded on my porch step and stared upward at what was once again an unremarkable stone decoration. Was some Dickensian nightmare haunting me with images of roommates past, or was I simply losing my mind?
While I fumbled for my keys with shaking hands, I felt the sharp point digging into my back. “I’ll be having your wallet.”
200 words, inspired by this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt:
14 thoughts on “The Visitation”
Cute … you always have a tricky ending.
Well, not always. Gotta keep ’em guessing a little bit.
Wow! Harley was trying to warn him. Is Harley dead? Great story! Creepy at the end with the knife in his back!
Apparently Harley is dead and has a really limited vocabulary. But he tried!
Yes, he did try!
Scrooge got away easy. Hmm, maybe his neighbors couldn’t afford metal weapons…. Nice story and makes a good point.
At least it wasn’t a pointless yarn.
I guess Harley made it happen rather then not. Had he not showed up, she would be inside way before the robber came…
Aw, that’s a sad way to look at it.
Ha, very good!
Wish I had one (a warning knocker).
Could have been worse, he could have said “wear bee” that would have thrown him off completely 😉
Love the way he tried to warn him though. Good story
Beware … wear bee