Coleman Creek
A Little Bit of Freaky Flash Fiction
I know about the barn. It’s one of the first things I learned about Coleman Creek. That, and the fact that local lunatic Everett Cash has a penchant for scaring people. But Everett doesn’t scare me. I know crazy like the back of my hand. Dude just needs his lithium upped.
So, on my second day at Coleman Creek High, when Chelsea Clarey and Shayna Marks dare me to go to the barn with them on Saturday night, I say yes. I say yes because they are two of the most popular girls in Coleman Creek, and this is my chance to reinvent myself. No one here knows the “old” Sarah Jackman. No one here knows anything.
“You know about the murder, right?” Shayna asks. “About how Duncan Foster died?”
I make a slashing motion with my hand across my throat, my face void of expression.
“Decapitated,” Chelsea hisses. “With a sickle.”
I do my best to look bored.
“So, you’re in?” Chelsea says.
I nod.
What I don’t know about the barn, is the fifty-seven-year-old curse attached to it. Evelyn Popavich, the most annoying person in our trailer park, enlightens me on Saturday morning.
“You like livin’ in Coleman Creek, hun?” she asks as I walk over the patch of…
