Prompt #2
The ghosts lingered in the walls of the house. It was abandoned. Moss crawled along the walls and settled, wearily, on the window sill. The fence was rusted, the grass grew tall and yellowed, hiding a few stray cats. The furniture had holes, dust coating the pale beige couch.
It was abandoned in the sense that it had been a little more than a decade since a human had lived there. But the ghosts honored the dying home as much as the rats.
They couldn't leave.
















