“Jess?”
“Hmm?”
“You remember the hotel?”
“Which one?”
“The haunted one.”
“Oh that. It wasn’t haunted, it just had squatters.”
“Squatters don’t howl like that.”
“Sure they do.”
“Squatters don’t make you shiver like that.”
“No, but being soaked through and standing in a derelict and draughty hotel can.” She sat up and stared at David. He was gazing into the distance with a look that would have been dramatic if it wasn’t so obviously rehearsed. “It was just a building, David. It’s fine.”
“Some places you can’t ever really come back from,” he said still staring straight ahead. She wasn’t impressed with his melodrama anymore and just assumed the faint flicker of darkness in his eyes was a trick of the light.
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And was it?
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David may be carrying ghosts with him now. I think that’s ok though, they seem helpful 🙂
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Hmm, seems like that relationship is sliding down hill.
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I think you may be right…thank you for commenting! 🙂
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