Jillian Chantal

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt, Confident. I m still working on my Halloween story.

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Not confident at all at my ability to outrun a panther or a gator, I declined to take Monte up on his request. “I’ll pass. Let’s set up here inside where we can be pretty sure we won’t have any risk of injury if one of us gets spooked by something going bump in the night.”

“I’m not afraid of anything supernatural but the very real predators of the swamp give me chills. I mean, you saw the state of this place. What’s to stop some creature from taking shelter in this run-down place overnight?” Monte asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jacques said. “The animals outside here are in their natural habitat. An old plantation house is not alluring to them at all.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, a huge clap of thunder reverberated around us..

I whirled around, looking at the ceiling. “Do you think there’s any leaks? Thunder usually means rain.”

“We’re on the ground floor so surely any leaks wouldn’t come all the way down here,” Monte said as he stared up as well.

“You two are so paranoid. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.” Jacques walked the floor of the parlor, swinging his light as he went. “Look, like my friend said, the floors are redone. There will be no falling through here.” He looked from me to Monte. “I would also hazard a guess that he wouldn’t have spent the money on these nice floors if the ceiling leaked. So, relax and let’s set out the sleeping bags for later. Then we’ll explore a bit.”

Another boom of thunder, this one accompanied by a huge strike of lightning that lit up the room made me jump. “Yikes.”

Before either of my friends could respond, another streak of lightning lit the room. A floating ball of fire appeared out the window accompanied by a huge crash.

“What the hell?” Monte yelled.