Haunted Coast #70

A windchime clinked and the smell of incense hit me as I opened the shop door. In the mood to take the fight to the enemy.

She was stooped behind a stack of books on the counter. If she was shocked to see me, she didn’t show it.

Looking for something? She scowled.

Yes. Answers.

(277 characters)

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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