Amy C over at Romance Book Wyrm and Dottie over at Tink's Place
have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.
The House had been standing there for as long as Karin could remember. Majestic, and sad. She could no longer remember if she ever had seen anyone enter it. But then she was still young, and it was not a house that you went near. Her mother had always told her to stay away from it, that it had a long and dark history. Any more than that she had never heard. So why was she here now? It was simple really, she was looking for a house and even though it was creepy as hell it was still beautiful.
She took a deep breath and crossed the path that led up to the house. She held the key from the realtor in her hand and told herself that she was silly. The door opened with a creaking sound. The air was felt fresh and she assumed the realtor had been by. There was still dust everywhere over the old furniture but other than that the house was pure magic. She was in love and she knew she wanted this house. She would make it come alive again. She would start a new life away from the city and heartache. She decided to stay the night and went in search for a place to get some sleep.
It was dark outside, as dark it could be during the summer in the land of the midnight sun. It was more like there was a cloudy sky a rainy afternoon. She awoke by the sound of music. Half asleep still she went to see who it was. Her heart did take a leap when she realized that it came from inside the house, and from the cellar. But she knew that there was nothing to be afraid of, still she took a knife and headed down. It took some time for the light to come on and it chased the darkness away. Karin stopped and fell to her knees. She put her ear to the ground and heard the music grow louder. Something took a hold of her and soon she was digging away, digging and digging until water started to flow. She sat back and looked at water poured around her and now she heard the fiddle as someone stood right behind her. She was enchanted and started digging more now with her fingernails until they bled. Until she lost all sense of time and place.
The police found her the next day, drowned in a little pool of water. The authorities said she had committed suicide because of her broken heart. But the old people in the village knew better. The house stood on a pool of water where the Fiddler used to play before the house was build. He was a beautiful man who played his fiddle in streams and in lakes. He played such haunting music which made women and men alike walk down into the water and never come back up.
I went back to my roots, and a story about a supernatural being that can be found in these parts
Here is an old painting of him