Haunted Coast #84

There was something calming in the steady throb of waves against the cliffs beyond White Gables that night. I drifted into sleep, letting my anger slip away. He hadn’t changed. But my heart ached.

I awoke hours later, in darkness. I knew the time, before I even checked: 3:31am.

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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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