As you may know, I am currently taking a break, but wanted to share some of my earliest posts with you, that you may have missed.
This was the first ghost story I ever wrote on the 5th of April 2018.
Quite appropriate now as Halloween was yesterday.
All the best 🙂
In Velvet Dreams
He couldn’t believe it. Ever since he was a little boy, he always wanted one of those grand Victorian houses, like the one in Mary Poppins. With the house prices in London sky high he could see his dream getting further and further away. It was surprising, but here it was for sale, the House of his dreams.
He worked as a freelance journalist and so money was not flowing and sometimes the stream dried up completely for a short time. He had just come to the end of a lucrative contract and he had saved every penny, living mainly on baked beans just so he could get the biggest deposit he could. He was quite lucky in that his Uncle owned the flat he lived in, in Clapton, and so he paid minimal rent.