The sun sets. It is almost time.
I straighten my tie, practice my happy smile, my worried frown and my stock answers to how it really feels to live in a haunted mansion.
I crunch down the driveway and greet this evenings group of ghost hunters. Hands are shook, selfies snapped and fears allayed.
It begins. Footsteps in empty rooms, a chill in the air, doors slam shut and lights flicker. We huddle together until dawn. It’s over.
I wave goodbye, count the cash and reset the props for the next group. I should be able to afford a new roof soon.
It isn’t easy being an Earl.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a prompt. Read the other entries here.