Alone in the abandoned house, Jen shivered.
Before her, the past was forever stuck on replay. The woman’s screams were silenced first; the man then turned the gun on himself. “I’m sorry, love.”
An acrid smell filled the room as they disappeared.
Jen wept as the scene began again.
Author’s note: This was written for this week’s YeahWrite Microprose challenge, which prompted writers to craft a spooky story in exactly 49 words without using words like “ghost”, “haunt”, “spirit”, “fright”, “chill”, “eerie”, or any variation of them. Writing a complete story in 49 words is tougher than it sounds! Thanks for reading!