Tagged: haunted-room

Paulette said it was pigeons at first. That scratching under the sash window at two in the morning, claws on lead flashing, the kind of sound you get used to in old terraces. She told me this over…

The wingback chair was the only furniture left in Nan's spare room, and it faced the wall instead of the window. We noticed that before we noticed anything about the carpet. We'd come to clear the…

"—and I told her it's just a stain, Denise, everyone's got a stain like that on a rented carpet, it doesn't mean anything." Marion says this over the rim of her mug, not looking at me. We're at her…