Who You Gonna Call?

When he blearily opened his eyes, he saw the grey ceiling. It registered a few seconds later that the bed felt like concrete. He bolted upright.

And winced.

He was distracted from the throbbing, though, when he noticed the bars. And the guard standing behind it.

A rat scuttled across the floor.

He frowned at it for a moment before…

A prison?


What had he done? And, what about his call? Wasn’t it a right?

“Hello?” he asked tentatively.

There was no reply.

“Guard!” He reached for the bars, ready to make a rackus.

His hand passed right through.

(100 Words)

Prompt: Who You Gonna Call? 

Follow-Up/Companion to: Lost , Hang-10Ghoulish Treasure


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