Super fast flash fiction; like a passing image of a demonic ghost that haunts and assaults me every time I entered an abandoned house alone.

The door creaked as I entered our old  ancestral house abandoned for years.

Surge of  cold wind slapped on my face.

In a room I saw a rolled palm mat on a wooden bed.

Protruding from the mat was a head an old skinny woman facing me. Then she slowly opened her eyes.

I knew it was just a mirage. I shut my eyes.

Reality.

Up the wall a hanging portrait of an old woman greeted me.

The same face.

I blinked my eyes many times.

Nightmare!