A loose stone under my foot had thrown me off balance. As I regained my footing, it rolled over the cliff edge. I could barely see 10 paces ahead through the fog. I inched forwards, one step at a time.
Was that someone approaching? I strained my eyes at a shadow in the mist.
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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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