I strode to the window and pulled back the curtains to a sudden shaft of sunlight. The window was closed, and outside a sheer drop to the ground.
On the window ledge something caught my eye. I bent to look closer. Three rusty nails, and a pale brown feather, brittle with age.
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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