Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.
Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Secret Valentine and Mow de Grass! We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
“Mom, I think our house is haunted,” Ashley said.
Jennifer chuckled. “Your father and I built this house fifteen years ago, Ash. No one else has lived here, and the three of us are all still alive.”
“Maybe there was a house here before,” Ashley insisted. “Maybe a ghost from a previous house is haunting the property.”
“This was a pasture for eighty years before they put in our subdivision,” Jennifer said. “Before that it was a forest.”
Ashley furrowed her brow for a moment, then held up a finger. “What if it’s an old burial ground. That happens a lot on your ghost shows.”
“Well … they claim that a lot,” Jennifer replied. “Oddly, they almost never prove it. I watch those shows because they’re silly, not because I believe them. Anyway, why do you think the house is haunted?”
“My shower curtain fell,” Ashley said. “Again.”
“I’ll get a new tension rod,” Jennifer explained. “The spring in that one is probably worn out, and it doesn’t hold between the walls like it used to.”
Ashley put her hands on her hips. “But would a shower curtain rod say ‘Nice butterfly?'”
“Probably not,” Jennifer said. Her eyes narrowed. “Then again, why would anyone say that to you?”
Ashley’s hands fell to her sides. “Umm.”
“Well, Samantha’s mom said she could get a tattoo and I went with her and….”
“Where?” Jennifer asked.
“To the mall,” Ashley said.
Jennifer shook her head. “No … where is this tattoo?”
Rachel turned to her mother Emma, at least in thought, as neither had inhabited a physical body. “This could get interesting.”
“After two hundred years, you still haven’t learned to behave,” Emma said. She sighed.
“Did you hear that?” Ashley asked. “It sounded like a sigh.”
“Actually,” Jennifer said, “it sounds like you avoiding my question.”