#Inktober 2017. October 7. Day 7.

We’re still in the room with the sword, somewhere in Swift Manor. I swiftly turned around after hearing breathing behind me, but nobody was there, just the curtains blowing in the gale force wind coming through the broken window. Howling through, in fact. Most odd. Perhaps the breathing was merely the wind… and my imagination.

What wasn’t my imagination was the clattering coming from the room next door. In reality, in a haunted house, one would stay where one was, wouldn’t one? Yet in horror movies they always go to investigate. I’m feeling daring. Let’s go and see what it was…!


Posted by Tom Merriman

A future writer living in the present day

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    1. Who, Beverly? I can’t see anyone!

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  1. Oh, oh! A good guy or a bad guy?

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    1. Who? Who, Eugenia??? There’s nobody there!!!

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  2. As I was walking up the stair I met a man who was not there.
    He was not there again today – Oh how I’d wish he’d go away… 🙂

    God Bless!

    Prenin.

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    1. That invisible man gets everywhere, Prenin! Always in the way!

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  3. It’s the whisper in the wind, and the howl in the breeze – or is it?

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    1. Yes it is Raili.
      I tell myself that all the time.

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