
Photo by Alistair MacRobert via Unsplash.com.
Inside, the sickly smell of mould hit me. In the gloom, my footsteps echoed back at me from the peeling walls and vaulted ceilings.
I heaved open a window sash to let the sea air in. Somewhere upstairs a door slammed. Just the breeze, surely? I looked round, sensing something…
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Written for Kat’s weekly Twittering Tales Challenge.
Oooh, I like what you are doing with this Kirst! Amazing that you are able to weave your ongoing tale around these random photographs. I am hoping you will continue it tweet by tweet! 😊
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You’re making it very easy for me at the moment, the photos seem to fit the ghostly theme quite well. I am definitely going to carry on with this. I figured 100 tweets is a 5000 word short story – it will be interesting to see how it flows when read as a whole. Thanks for inspiring me!
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Perhaps “it”, from my tale, didn’t escape after all!
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Maybe it’s lurking upstairs…. care to tell me what ‘it’ is, and I’ll feature it in the next installment?!
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No, it’s too horrible to even discuss. Just a glimpse would have you erupt in boils. The only way to avoid that is to swallow a cherry stone!
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