Our first winter on the farm, Ellie kept seeing him. We thought she had an overactive imagination spurred by too much television, but Ellie was insistent that Mr. Nervous was real. We would hear her talking to him, open the door. “He just left,” she’d say.
Odd things began to happen. Lights coming on in empty rooms, then shutting off as you opened the door. Fragments of conversation drifting down the stairs.
One night I looked toward the barn and saw a boy swinging from a rafter, the rope around his neck. I ran out to help him. No boy.
Dear Josh,
What a thing for a child to see. Apparently he was more nervous that anyone imagined. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
This is a piece of a YA horror novel I haven’t yet written. Thanks for reading!
Get going, Josh! This sounds amazing!
Once upon the stair, I saw a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today
Fantastic story telling.
Haunted by a boy who committed suicide…or did he?
Definitely would like to read more…
That was creepy – and made me want to know more!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
I felt a shiver down my spine at the last line. Well done.
Frightening peek at this story. Can’t wait to read more. Are you calling it Mr Nervous?
That is the creepiest tale! Beautifully told with a great sense of dread. Wonderful
Classic haunted farmhouse. Nicely done.
This seems at first reading to be a classic ghost story. But is it? Everything could be explained by human agency. I think I’d want a very thorough search of the farm before I felt comfortable there! Good story, Josh
Wonderfully creepy story with so much more to story left unsaid.
Delightfully creepy horror story.
Oh, goodness, a dark tale inspired by a potty. There is a lot more scary to write I’m sure.
But the question is, did the boy see him? And was now hiding in the shed, waiting for him….
Spooky!
Creepy story but well done! Good and scary! Nice!
Well done. Tension to climax was perfect.
Made me nervous… good job with the prompt. Creeped me out.
Feeling restless.
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