K.L.Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Chess.

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt! This week Morgarna and Gail have to return to sort out a poltogiest they missed while sorting thousands of souls caught in a Chandelier… What can I say shit happens!


For visually challenged writers, the image shows a red and blue chessboard with gigantic chess peices on it.


Morgarna and Gail were sitting in the kitchen eating bacon sandwiches and drinking coffee when Merlin crashed in. “Ladies I have problems showing up back at the house we visited last week! I have some really strange readings emanating from there.” As Merlin finished speaking he pinched half a bacon sandwich from Morgarna’s plate.
“Oi! Put that back I was enjoying it” Morgarna shouted lashing out at him.
Looking her straight in the eye Merlin replied, “just looking out for your waistline babes you don’t want to spoil your figure do you?”
Gail’s eyes grew like saucers as she watched Morgan’s face …….”Oh! My ” she thought, ” that did not go down well!”
Morgarna took a sideswipe at Merlin as he ducked out of the kitchen.

“Okay” Morgarna said as she entered the lab “what’s the problem with the house then?”
“Well it’s the painting”
Morgarna cut in there, wagging her finger. “We told you there was something odd about it ..did you listen, did you hell! Hang on didn’t you notice any problems on the E.R. I thought you checked the dining room out thoroughly? “
“I did Morgs but obviously whatever this is hid itself well.”
“Well it’s no good fussing about the whys and wherefores Merlin what’s the problem? “
Merlin bit his lip as Morgarna lit a cigarette and took a drag, then he carried on ” I think you should take Gail with you this time, it’s another spirit that we need to cross over and this time it’s a poltergeist so it could be tricky! “
Merlin called through to the kitchen and asked Gail to join them both.

Later after they had discussed the matter and formed a plan Gail and Morgarna jumped back to the 1930s.
They arrived in the garden at about 6pm just as the light was fading. “Excellent timing the guests will be getting dressed for dinner and all the staff will be busy either preparing clothes or food”
They went into the house via one of the side doors and headed down to the cellar.
As they went further down the stairs the temperature dropped dramatically and they could hear a strange humming sound.
“What’s that noise? ” Asked Gail
“The electric metres ….poltogiests love electricity and feed off of it” Morgarna replied “they love water and lay lines too and I bet your bottom dollar there are all three hereabouts!” Morgarna replied lighting a cigarette.

The cellar was absolutely freezing actually it was -4c so Morgarna reached into her bag and pulled out two heavy fur lined cloaks and handed one to Gail, who gratefully put it on . “How does that bag actually work?” asked Gail wide eyed.
Morgarna laughed, “Not unlike any hand bag really, stuff goes in, stuff comes out the only difference being…”
“Magic” interrupted Gail.
“No science” Laughed Morgarna. ” “Time and space displacement, not unlike the TARDIS in your beloved Dr Who”
“Wicked ” giggled Gail, “your bags a tardis can I have one? “
“No” replied Morgarna then she raised her hand to silence Gail, who was about to argue.

As they entered the cellar Morgarna felt along the wall and found the light switch. She could hear the electric buzzing away so she gingerly flicked it on . They were greeted by the sight of a red and blue chessboard set on a wooden floor with gigantic matching chess pieces on it. The walls where of hewn stone and the small barred windows made the place look like a castle dungeon…. Which made Morgarna shudder.

“Morgarna, are you okay?” Gail was shaking her and looking very concerned. “Morgarna”
“Yes Gail , sorry I’m okay I was back in that dungeon where that alien entity tried to steal my powers….sorry I am okay now.” She lit another cigarette and leant against the wall. That’s when they noticed the painting turned in to face the wall showing only the back.
“There it is” said Gail … ” I can feel it’s pain, it’s seeping out and leeking into these chess pieces… Look they are moving around to face us… Morgarna we are surrounded! “


Morgarna and Gail stood back to back surrounded by the red chess pieces… The blue were just standing in their places murmuring Morgarna could just about make out what they were saying ” help us we are so tired , please let us go!”
Morgarna felt cold and hot all at once and then the chess board began to spin.
Gail and Morgarna linked fingers and began to chant Morgarna stubbed out her cigarette this was time to concentrate this spirit meant business!

This is part of K.L.Caley’s #writephoto Chess.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 454 BERRIES and Winter

Haiku Challenge
Ronovanwrite’s .

Blood red and snow white.
Forrest berries of winter
Pain and innocence.




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