There was always something off about the house. Phantom noises and slamming doors. Creaks and groans rattled the walls and sometimes, just sometimes, there were voices in those terrible sounds. A shadow would pass if you looked in time and, if you didn’t, a bony caress would travel along your spine.
Susan had gotten used to the oddities over the years she’d lived in the old townhome. It wasn’t pleasant, but she couldn’t afford to move. There simply wasn’t any opportunity to leave the place.
The quick tip-type of the keyboard as Susan wrote her latest novel was the only noise currently present. It was a calming one. Much better, she thought, than the footsteps and thumps that came with nightfall. She was so near to completing the book. So close. A few more chapters and maybe she could finally afford to leave.
A rapping on the wall startled her from her harmony—a sound that made the hollow wood thrum even after the force was gone. She sighed. It had been almost peaceful without the noises.
“I don’t have time for this,” she grumbled and closed the laptop with a huff. Her fingers twitched as she realized she had put a little too much force into it. She couldn’t afford another one.
Maybe a cup of tea would help take her mind off the noises. Yes, a nice warm cup of tea always helped her relax.Read More