Stop gawping at that thing. I should take it down.
But you can’t, can you?
Look, let’s take Bob for a walk.
I didn’t want to talk about it, but he persisted.
Thing is…the lad who died. I’ve been remembering stuff. He had bad nightmares. And he had a dream catcher a bit like this.
If you’ve just stumbled on this blog, welcome. Ok, here’s the deal. I’m attempting to write a ghost story one tweet (280 characters or less) at a time. A new installment will be published at 7.30, every morning and evening between now and Friday. At the weekend I do other stuff. If you’re wondering what you’ve missed, you can avoid multiple clicking, and read it as one continuous story here. If you like what you’ve read, please feel free to share/ comment/ reblog.
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