Haunted Coast #40

I’m glad you told me. But I’m going back there.

Seriously?

Yes. I need a place to sleep! And don’t offer – I barely know you.

He walked me home, watched me go in.

My torch light danced on the ground at the door, picking out a bent, rusty nail. A memory half stirred at the sight.

(277 characters)

This is the latest update in my attempt to write a story one tweet-sized installment (280 characters or less) at a time. You can read it as one continuous story here.

 

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