I know David hears it because he also rolls over and stares at the ceiling. It’s thudding erratically in the attic. Back to back, we try to ignore it and sleep.
At dinner time, as David and I search for conversation, it sends a spoon clattering to the kitchen floor between us. David replaces the spoon without a word.
Putting the house on the market is instinct rather than a conversation. We view new builds; nothing with history.
During that first evening, we unpack boxes in separate bedrooms and realise it’s followed us, roaring in the silence between David and me.
Really enjoyed this, Rebecca!
Thank you, Laura
What a clever and evocative narrative. Well done.
Thank you, Liz
The tension is visceral. Well done!
Well done. Such subtle implications.
Nicely done – getting so many layers into such a tight story.
Wow! Says so much in so few words. Well done!
I love a good ghost story!
More terrifying than an actual ghost!