Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Mother, daughter,, friend , worker, writer, Author, philosopher, fan and lover of life. Eclectic miss from Yorkshire , england.
There every night as I made my way through I would hear loud creaks, thuds and little tapping sounds that I thought came from the windows
A move to a new home that becomes a desperate attempt to save a young boy from beneath a frozen lake .
I realised there was no credible earthly explanation for what I had seen and heard over these last few days and have come to the conclusion this school must have its own ghosts
A month later I was open again, this time with extra staff. I never did see my ghostly friend again but sometimes I’d go to visit him
Enough was enough the following day I returned the necklace to a pile of leaves not far from where I found it, now I understand why nobody picked it up,
I had only got an eighth of the way along the avenue when I had the distinct feeling that something or one was watching me ,
