You still think this is some prank don’t you? He sounded almost angry. Even after that crying? The feather? You know what you saw!
I didn’t know what to think, who to trust, anymore. I sat down at the table, my head in my hands. Something she’d said felt wrong. I thought back.
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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