I participated in a horror writing prompt in 2010 in honor of Halloween. I enjoyed it and will be seeking out other prompt this years. But here’s the story I wrote below the link to where it’s featured online: http://fictionwriting.about.com/od/writingexercises/a/Games-Children-Play.htm
Games Children Play
After dinner, our host, who was then renting the place, told us that the house was said to be the vacation home of an eccentric millionaire who built the house in honor of his young daughter who’d drowned in the nearby lake.
“He wanted to be near the final resting place of his only daughter,” said Randi, our host, with a small smile.
We all waited for a ghost story to follow, but Randi didn’t go into one. She went to the kitchen and came back with two bottles of wine. Distracted by the wine, we all followed her into the living room to chat and drink. A couple of hours later we retired to our rooms. We’d been asleep for a while when the room got really cold. I sat up and looked at Frank who was still asleep. I nudged him.
“Are you cold?” I asked softly. “I’m going to find another blanket.”
Frank moaned slightly.
I got out of the bed and padded out of the room. I went to the closet where Randi showed us she kept the linen. As I was grabbing a blanket, I heard giggling. I quietly closed the closet door and looked around. Nothing was there. I headed back to our room. As I put my hand on the door knob, I got light headed.
I slowly opened the door.
“Frank, are you awake?” I asked. “I got another blanket.”
Frank didn’t respond. I took the blanket and put it over the bed. Then I lay down and promptly fell asleep.
Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. It felt like someone’s mouth was over mine breathing into me. I coughed and felt water come out of my mouth. I felt someone grab me in a hug then I heard Frank whisper in my ear.
“I thought I lost you. Oh my God. I’m so glad you’re ok,” Frank whispered hoarsely.
I tried to speak but my throat was dry and I was still gasping for air, plus I was wet and cold. The noise of sirens filled the air then stopped. I felt someone pull Frank away from me and something was put over my mouth. I began to breathe in the oxygen and passed out.
When I woke up again, I was in a hospital room. Frank was sitting by my bed and everyone else was sitting and standing in various parts of the room.
“I need some water,” I croaked.
Frank reached over and handed me a cup of ice chips. I ate them slowly because each chip made my dry throat burn. I looked at Frank with questioning eyes.
“I woke up in the middle of night and you were gone. I thought you’d gone to the bathroom but when you didn’t come right back, I got worried. I looked for you in the room then woke everyone else up. Tracy saw you skipping by the lake. By the time we got there, you’d gone under. I gave you CPR and you came back. Why were you at the lake?” said Frank.
“I went to the lake?” I asked. “I don’t remember going to the lake. I got up to get a blanket and got back in the bed. Wasn’t there a blanket on the bed?”
Frank slowly shook his head.
“It wasn’t cold in the room,” he said slowly.
Just then, everyone heard a giggle.
“What was that?” asked Randi.