“It is just a funny prank.” He thought aloud.
That cottage up the hills was deserted. No one ever came in or went out.
“So this is it, Sandy will arrive there, we would be hiding, and just before she freaks out, we would sing in chorus “Happy Birthday to you.”
Adam thought it was perfect way to welcome Sandy’s 21st birthday. Nothing could go wrong.
Exactly at 23.55Hrs searching her way through dark, Sandy is hit by a wooden box.
“Help” A voice echoes in the dark.
Adam rushes towards the voice.
The room is full of wooden coffins and inside one of them is Sandy.
Written in response to the picture prompt provided by Sandra Crook for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. Please find other entries here.
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