“This place is a ruin,” Evie breathed, pressing her fingers against the wallpaper and feeling it crumble beneath her touch. “I don’t think anyone since the Lord and Lady.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that,” Matthew said, testing the door on the other side of the entrance hall. It creaked and grumbled but gave in to opening when Matthew braced one foot against the doorframe, half-wondering if the whole thing might come crashing out of the wall. “I’ve got a feeling that this place has been holding onto more than its fair share of secrets in the last hundred years.”
I get a second idea for a prompt every now and again, and I sometimes try and work in a little of one of my ongoing novels to try and keep myself thinking about getting on and finishing a manuscript. So here is a snippet from ‘The Terrifying Life Of Henry Granger’.
If you enjoyed this, perhaps check out my short from ‘Darkened Daughter’ ‘Alley Blades’.