Of all the sick practical jokes! Who the hell is up there?
I stormed up the stairs, not waiting as he limped after me. I could still hear crying. Getting louder as I reached the top.
A door I knew I’d left open was closed. Behind it, somebody was sobbing.
I reached for the handle.
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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