Advent Ghosts revives the old English tradition of spooky stories told during Advent. Loren's take on the tradition, though, limits tales to exactly 100 words. So a writer has to get to the point quickly.
Here's my offering:
“He’s here!” said Marcie, looking out the picture window.
I looked, too. Spouts of snow sailed past the fins of the old Chrysler as Uncle Bennett sped up the half mile drive toward the house.
“Stand back,” I said.
Just as she nodded the door flew open.
A swirl of snow materialized in the main hall and when it settled, there stood long dead Uncle Bennett swaying uneasily amidst hams, turkeys, sausages, flaming plum puddings and a barrel labled ‘Pommard’.
“Merry Chrisshmassh,” he slurred.
Just like every year.
Our favorite uncle.
Our family curse.
A Christmas Spirit who’s never sober.
You can read more Advent Ghost stories over at Loren Eaton's blog I Saw Lightning Fall.
Enjoy and have a spooky Advent.