Transition of Thoughts

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97 word fiction: The leaking faucet..

The leaking faucet..

The leaking faucet..

PHOTO PROMPT – © Madison Woods

“Why did I have to agree to work in the lab the entire night?” He said to no one in particular.

Though George didn’t believe in ghosts, he felt a bit uneasy thinking that he was the only soul in the entire building that night. As he stepped out of the lab to drink water from the nearby cooler, he heard what sounded like water falling from somewhere. Was it a leaking faucet or something more?

Whatever the case, he kept himself busy and didn’t dare come out of the lab for the rest of the night.

Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – May – My post no 2 for this month.

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4 Comments

  1. Poor George, the perils of having an overactive imagination. Nicely done.

  2. Oh, I hate those spooky stories. I would have called in sick. 😛

    • aseemrastogi2

      Hehe. Actually this is something which happened with me. I didn’t have the courage to move out of the lab after that the entire night :P.

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