by DJ Elton
Frank is watching old movies on TV when the doorbell rings. Trrrreeee Brrrring! Trrrreeee Brrrrrring! This sound irritates Frank at the best of times. It rings not just once but three times. Frank pulls himself up out of his recliner, grumbles about interruptions, and stomps heavily to the front door.
When he peers through the black one-sided glass, he assumes that he sees three small people who must be children. They’re dressed up as ghosts with eerie masks. An older, taller one, who maybe someone’s mother, is dressed as a witch.
“No-one home! Go away!” He snickers meanly through the closed door. This would be the third lot coming by in the past hour, and Frank, unlike most other people in the street, does not harbour a supply of sweets, cakes, and little toy gifts for the luckier, fancy-dressed, young door-knockers.
Frank gets distracted by a heavy ‘clunk’ sound in the kitchen, and when he looks back out the front door window, there’s no-one in sight. He sighs in relief.
“Great! They’ve gone. How easy was that?” He congratulates himself, and plods back through the lounge into the kitchen to get yet another cold beer.
In the kitchen, there are three small people who actually are ghosts, still wearing their death masks, and an old woman, a red-eyed witch. Four of them, and they are all pointing accusingly at him. Frank starts to sweat.
DJ Elton is a writer of speculative short stories, poetry, and micro-fiction living in Melbourne, Australia. Her work has been published in several anthologies since she started getting serious about it all back in May 2019. She wears a few hats; having worked in healthcare for quite some time, travels to India and South-East Asian countries, and a meditator for more than half her life, all of which add colour to her writing work.