He sat down opposite me at the table. Sweeping a pile of paperwork to one side, he rested his head in his hands for a moment.
Some people here you don’t want to get on the wrong side. She’s one of them.
I gathered that.
She runs that shop off the high street. The occult bookshop.
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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