Friday Fictioneers: The Red Barn

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The moon was full enough to illuminate the path, but I clicked on the light anyway, enjoying how my shadow stretched across the lawn, a giant in the night.

In the cardboard box were the broken spectacles, the engraved wedding ring (Forever), the shoes with their matted laces. All dried now, still rusty looking.

The riskiest things to keep are the driving licences, row upon row of tiny photographs like prison mugshots.

But I keep them anyway.

And touch each with my outstretched fingertip when the kids are on playdates, when my husband is down the pub.



Friday Fictioneers is run my the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Come write and share and read other stories.

This week that shed took me along a deadly path by reminding me of the 19th century killing of Maria Marten at Polstead in Suffolk, otherwise known as the Red Barn Murder. My dad used to live closeby and I remember him pointing out the spot where poor Maria died. All I glimpsed was a flash of trees and a newer black barn as we drove past. The original building burnt down years ago but the tragedy lingers on.

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39 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: The Red Barn

  1. Great story. We had a place near my hometown where an entire family was murdered. After many attempts to sell the place, each time the new owners found they couldn’t bear to live there for the hauntings therein. In the end, the fire department ended up using it for training purposes before it was taken away as rubble. I remember training there, and I swear to this day that I heard the screams of the children. Even as I type this, I can almost hear them in my head. It was terrifying. Now, it is a vacant piece of land in the middle of a cornfield that no one wants to get anywhere near.

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      1. I wouldn’t have believed it because I don’t believe in those type of things as a general rule… but, I heard those screams. And even decades later you still feel the bad juju just driving past the place. Shivers me to even think about it.

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    1. Thank you, Rochelle. I often think I should expand some FF pieces into something longer, but time – you know. I should definitely keep a list of ones to return to, though, so I don’t have to trawl through old posts thinking ‘it must be here somewhere…’ 🙂

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