Horror Flash Fiction: The Neighbor

My neighbours think my house is haunted.

I've checked every room and every corridor.

Even under the bed and tables.

But I didn't find a single ghost.

My neighbour came over and said my house is haunted and there is a ghost around us right now.

I didn't believe him and sent him away.

I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a dark figure standing at the foot of my bed.

It was my neighbour. 

Your house is haunted, he said. 

He grinned as he said that.

His eyes had a malicious glow.

His skin was see-through.

I warned you, he said, exposing decayed and jagged teeth.

I felt chills down my spine as he spoke again. 

This house isn't for the living. Luckily, you won't be for very long.

And then he pounced at me.