Category: Ghosts
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The Willows–Part Five
Icewolf desperately tried to open the window. “How can it be locked like this when it was wide open a minute ago? You only closed it – you didn’t even lock it!” Scott tried the door again. “It’s like this door being wedged tight. The wind didn’t blow it that hard to cause that. And…
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The Willows–Part Four
Lady Salinger-Wallis hummed nervously, and twiddled her fingers. Devilla returned to the lounge with a tray holding three glasses of water. She handed one of the glasses to Lady S, and the others to Scott and Icewolf. Lady S took a large gulp of her water, when she suddenly noticed the smell. And then the…
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The Willows–Part Three
The top of the path involved a steep incline. Lady S was a little out of breath when she reached the level part at the top, and Scott and Icewolf were a little wet due to the rain. Lady S’s brolly had kept most of her dry, although her feet were a little sodden. “These…
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The Willows–Part Two
“What did you say your name was, dear, Judy…?” Lady Salinger-Wallis had been miles away, thinking about notspots. “JuDITH”, Icewolf said, “Judith Trachtenbacht.” “Oh, such an unusually adorable name. Are you related to the inventor Ernest Trachtenbacht? He’s a great great uncle of mine… we could be related.” “I’m not, unfortunately.” Icewolf admitted. “Actually, Judith…
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The Willows–Part One
The night was dark. The road was long. The driver slumped at the wheel. The car veered to the left and crashed into a large oak back from the kerb. “Oh dear” the passenger in the back muttered to herself. She reached into her handbag and obtained a small bottle of correction fluid and dabbed…
The Mansionic Perspective 