I’d forgotten about it until I saw this.
He stroked the dream catcher, his eyes full of memories.
We were at school together. He never went on trips, sleepovers – avoided them you know? Because of the nightmares. But this woman in the village – she said a dreamcatcher would help.
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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