Already struggling. Feelings without consequences. False hope. Supernatural forces eking out the truth. Silent bystander. Unobserved. A full moon on the other side of the world. Interesting, not beautiful. Tales told of an untimely demise. Alone in your high-rise council flat. The sweetest hours ever spent. The sigh in the dark at the end of the bed.
Article: Stabbing victim told friend ‘he will kill me’ two years before attack
Notes: A ghost story, and not the last I’m sure. If asked whether I believe in the supernatural, intellectually I would say no. But as a young man, living by myself in that bleak inner city tower block, I experienced a moment ‘in the middle of the night’ when I felt someone sit down at the end of my bed, letting out an audible sigh as they did so. Some time later, I was talking to a neighbour one day, and without any reference or prompt from me, she brought up the subject of the previous occupant and told me that they had died (albeit after moving out). I want to say that I believe she also said that the person had been murdered but I’m not entirely sure if my recollection is sound on that detail or whether the passage of time has provided this sinister dramatical twist.
‘I Know That Now But I Didn’t Know That Then‘ by Paul Busst is a collection of tales of the diminutive published by Phantom Page and is available in paperback.
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