GHOSTHUNTERS - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt gave me ghostly thoughts. Hope you like the story.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

GHOSTHUNTERS

Amy noticed a pale, attractive man in the hotel lobby. “Are you with the Ghosthunters?”

“Do I look like a nut-job?”

Amy laughed, embarrassed. “Who really believes in ghosts?”

At midnight the Ghosthunters walked the cold streets.

Suddenly a woman whimpered and pointed.

A thrilled Amy saw nothing.

“See any ghosts?” said Lobby Man later.

“Not yet.”

“You'll try the park?”

“How did you know?”

“It's my regular haunt.”

“Hah, good joke.” Amy prodded his arm, but her finger passed through it.

White-faced, she checked out and fled.

Who really believes in ghosts?

I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 

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THE PHOTOGRAPHER - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo led me to revisit and rewrite an old story. Hope you like it.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

THE PHOTOGRAPHER

She trudged into the forest with her camera bags.

Up ahead, the stench of an unidentifiable carcass. Twilight upon her, she swiftly set up her shots.

A hyena yipped.

Excellent!

A photograph of a hyena scavenging on the carrion would be amazing. But twilight yielded to darkness. Damn! Too late. She left.

When, minutes later she smelt the familiar stench, she realised she had walked a circle.

Unseen in the murk, the hyena yipped again.

A lone hyena wasn’t a threat; they only attacked live prey that was hurt or vulnerable.

The hyena giggled softly as the night engulfed her.

I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 

If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE

If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 

- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.

On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been able to find your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign in first.