Why the empty frame?
You can’t see it?
What? A man in white on a snowy day?
You can laugh, but I see it watching me. And I hear it, whispering late at night. It won’t let me move the frame.
I smirk after her as she leaves the room. Daft old bat, my Gran. Wait – was that a whisper?
(280 characters. Boom.)
Missed doing these tweet sized stories inspired by Kat Myrman’s weekly Twittering Tales challenge. Think I’m not the only person who has tried to do something a bit spooky with this picture though!