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It was the tiniest of episodes, but some felt I needed the country air. I arrived to a welcoming host who explained the layout of the estate as she showed me to my room, the one with the garden view.

Her grandson took my hand and dictated my week: running through the brook one day, rolling down the hill another. I was sad to say good-bye, but readied with enthusiasm to return to work.

“Thank you for your stay,” my host said.
“My pleasure,” I said. “Your grandson is wonderful.”
“I’m sorry?” she answered. “There are no children here.”

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    Melanie over 3 years ago

    Thank you Francis.

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    Drew Martyn over 3 years ago

    Fantastic (again). Really reminds me of the great ghost storytellers, Le Fanu, John Collier... superb prose, stunning twist. Loved it (obviously)

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    Christopher over 3 years ago

    Oooh! That is chilling. Well done.

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    Melanie over 3 years ago

    @Drew- that is quite a compliment. I'm honored. Thank you.

    @Christopher- chilling is what I was hoping for. Thank you.

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    Anna Lee over 3 years ago

    Love it, definitely gave me a chill!

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    D.M. over 3 years ago

    'Love that last line!

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    Melanie over 3 years ago

    Thank you Anna Lee and D.M.

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