The door gave way slowly, as if a strong wind were forcing it back. The child’s sobs intensified. I faltered, but his warm hand closed over mine. Our eyes met.
Come on. I want to know what’s going on, same as you.
We stepped inside. The room was freezing. The curtains were closed.
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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 weekday morning and evening. At the weekend I do other stuff. If you’re wondering what you’ve missed, you can catch up with it as one continuous story here. If you like what you’ve read, please feel free to share/ comment/ reblog.
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