I looked around the room, sickened by the pictures I’d hung and the flowers at the window. Pitiful attempts at home making in a charnel house. What hell had these peeling walls witnessed?
Did nobody in the village say anything? Do anything?
Dark eyes sparkling, he shook his head.
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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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