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.
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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