It was late. We hadn’t turned on the light. The fire glowed in the darkness, as the rain pattered against the windows.
You can go home you know.
He shook his head.
What if you need something in the night? I’m staying. And tomorrow, you’re coming to my place.
I couldn’t argue.
If you’ve just stumbled on this blog, and are wondering what you’ve missed, welcome. I’m attempting to write a ghost story one tweet (280 characters or less) at a time. You can catch up with it as one continuous story here. My original plan was to write approximately 5000 words or 100 tweets… but here we are and it’s not finished yet! If you’ve stayed with me so far – and you know who you are – thank you! I’m aiming to schedule instalments every weekday morning and evening, working my way round to the conclusion in the not too far distant future, so hang in there!