It happened when...The man was found hanging in the dormant stairwell. Discovered by the child, who only saw his feet dangling underneath the top of the doorframe. Thump...The limp body hit the floor. Cut down by the paramedics. The strange man was carried out on a stretcher, I was watching television, if you could call it that. In shock, no signs of happiness, no signs of life in my eyes, no emotions. Every night I would awake in the very early morning hours. I would always leave my room, unsure of why, and I would always peak down the stairwell and see the limp body. The man would get paler nightly. Every morning my parents would find me in the stairwell, still standing from last night. Staring. They would call it my imagination. One night I peaked down the stairwell and the man was hanging. His head turned.
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Flash Fiction: The Man
HorrorThis is a 150 word short story I wrote for my English class. One of the requirements was to use the word feet in the story. Enjoy.
