Reflections by the fire Deux

“My old friend I hope you know just how truly cherished these times by the firelight are for me.” I said, watching a smoke ring slowly ascend into the dimly lit study. “Yes it is for me as well.” “Speaking of cherished things I was reflecting the other day on ghosts.” “Oh?” “Yes, you see,Continue reading “Reflections by the fire Deux”

The Rooms Are Wrong

“Wasn’t it just daylight outside? Or maybe I’m thinking of earlier… The house seems to have changed or am I imagining it? Did someone slip me something? I….feel wrong. This house feels wrong. Walking down this corridor I’m trying to remember what’s the same and hold on to that. The wallpaper is a sickly yellowContinue reading “The Rooms Are Wrong”