Spooky Zone | Halloween-themed flashfiction

The Puppeteer

I sit with my head in my hands and can't hold the tears back anymore. Why has my life been so awful? I'm trying to be a good person and stay positive despite it all but it's like this invisible hand of fate keeps trying to prove that there is no such thing as a lifetime quota of bad luck. Not for me at least.

Sorry.

I freeze and hold my breath. Unless I count the hairy spider in the corner, the room was empty.

"Who said that?"

I'll find a way to give you a happy ending. Just hold on a little longer.

The voice is in my head. I've lost my marbles.

I'm real. You're not but that's not the point.

"Who are you?" I yell into the empty room, wanting to get rid of the voice.

I'm the author.