He leaned towards me, lowering his voice. I felt a stab of longing – but his expression gave nothing away.
Has anyone told you about – the history of that old hotel?
Longing turned to impatience. Was that it? After all these months? A second-hand ghost story I’d already heard?
If you’ve just stumbled on this blog, welcome. I’m attempting to write a ghost story one tweet (280 characters or less) at a time. I’m aiming to publish a new installment at 7.30, every weekday morning and evening. At the weekend I do other stuff – and occasionally I get swamped by work and family life and miss a few days. 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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