The following story was inspired by Quill Shiv‘s Flash Fiction Faction prompt:


Meghan’s teeth sank into the soft peach. The juice dribbled down her chin and dripped to the linoleum below. “Oh my god, that is so good.”

“I know, right?”

Meghan took another bite and smiled at Carly. “So what’s up with you and Dex?”

“What do you mean? Nothing is up with us.”

“Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” She licked her lips and chewed off another piece of the succulent fruit. “Where did you get these anyway?”

“The Farmer’s Market in West End. They always have the best fruit.”

Meghan nodded with a mouthful. “I’ll have to go with you sometime.” Small chunks flew from her mouth as she spoke.


Meghan covered her mouth and muttered, “Sorry!”

A knocking sound came from the living room. They both looked into the empty room and laughed.

“Coming!” Carly bolted through the living room toward the front door.

Meghan wiped the sticky juice from her chin with a napkin and slowly trudged along behind Carly, who opened the door to an empty porch. She twisted her head and looked at her roommate.

“I heard it too.”

The knocking sound came again, from behind them, in the living room. They glanced at each other in confusion and stepped out of the foyer, back into the living room.

“Hello? Is someone in there?”

The knocking came again.

“What the hell was that?”

Meghan shrugged in response.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when the television turned on beside her. Its soft static filled the small room. Carly clung to the back of her shirt like she did every time they were in one of those cheesy haunted houses on Halloween.

“Whoever is screwing with us, it isn’t funny!”

The tapping came again, from inside the antiquated tube television. Meghan looked around the room, checking the windows to see if anyone outside was playing a joke on them. The tapping of fingers on glass came again, louder this time.

Meghan leaned forward. Carly pulled her back. “Let’s just get out of here.”

Meghan sidestepped the television and pulled the plug from the wall. The static on the screen continued to fill the room with white noise. Meghan stared at the plug for a moment before letting it fall to the floor. She stepped back in front of the television and stared into the static. “How the hell?”

Carly peeked out from behind Meghan and stared wide eyed at the old set. “Maybe the old girl’s possessed.”

“Yeah, okay, sure. A possessed TV, spoooooooky.” Meghan laughed and leaned forward to turn the television off.

Carly planted a foot on her backside and pushed. Meghan’s face smashed against the convex glass.

“Oww, what the hell, Carly?” Meghan stood up slowly, pulling a tooth from her bloody mouth. She looked over her shoulder and saw Carly staring at her; anger and hatred burned in her roommate’s eyes.

Carly clutched the heavy textbook that normally lived on the coffee table between her white knuckled fingers. She swung the book in a wide arc, planting it firmly across the side of Meghan’s head.  Meghan lost consciousness almost immediately and fell to the floor like a rag doll. A rivulet of blood trickled from her ear.

Carly sat on the couch and stared into the beautiful static.  The bloody smudge on the screen made her smile. “I wasn’t talking about the TV.”

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