The room was icy, its shadows broken by slanting glimpses of the night sky. I recalled the shutters of my first day. But Dan had removed them. What, then, was barring the window?
I reached out. Rough planks of wood, nailed across the window, made it impossible to open. Or see out.
(280 characters)
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!
kirstwrites 
Now, is that to keep something in, or something out?
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