Do Not Disturb
Tracy turned her porch light off at exactly 4:30 p.m. She closed the blinds and went to the three-season porch in the back of the house, distancing herself from the little witches and their cranky older siblings who had to take them trick-or-treating. She turned on the old television she had in the back room, which she only used once a year since there was a new flat screen in the main living room. The timeworn one still had a VCR player, and she would be watching her corresponding copy of Casper. Just a few minutes after she got settled, she heard distant squeals. They were passing noises, and the pesky nuisances never got close enough for Tracy to be alarmed.
Two years ago, one of them rang the doorbell and Tracy locked herself in the bathroom until she was certain they had left.
But she had a good feeling about tonight.
This story is responding to a prompt calling for a “White Space Story.” The aim of this sort of story is to leave space for interpretation and allow an opportunity for readers to “fill in the blanks” with what is left out or not said throughout the piece. You may interpret the story very differently the second or third time your read it–I hope you do!!