The stairs were in darkness. I groped for the banister, dragged myself up, ignoring the pain. I knew instinctively which room. The same sea-facing bedroom where I’d heard crying before.
The sobbing grew louder as I reached the landing. The door swung open, beckoning me forwards.
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!