Woohoo! We’ve reached blog post 100! To celebrate here’s a little story, which will throw some light on some of the trials an author has to go through to get these things ready on time. It’s not all MacBooks and coffee shops, you know.
Enjoy!
There was no one else in the house, of that I had no doubt.
The voice spoke again. “Once I find you, I’ll have you.”
What else could it be, other than a ghost? If it had been a real murderer, she’d surely have made good on her threat to come kill me.
I had rented the little cottage for the summer, in order to finish my book. Instead, I spent the days dreading the nights when, as soon as the sun had dwindled outside, I’d hear the floorboards above my head and the spiteful ghost – the dead wife of the cottage’s owner – call out her warning. The spot over my head, through the plaster ceiling: I could feel her standing there.
It was a ridiculous situation, made worse by the fact that I wrote horror and ghostly stories: I should be delighted to make the acquaintance of a ghost.
“Once I find you, I’ll have you.”
***
“One, two, three, …”
She had never counted before.
Footsteps moved to the bedroom door, down the short hallway. To the stairs.
There was no one in the house, I kept telling myself that. I was overwrought by lack of sleep, imagining footsteps slapping down on the steps, getting closer and closer, now just outside the living room.
There was no one else in the house, I told myself again.
Which meant that she must be coming for me.
Cheers! See you next week for post 101!
Hallo,
Das gruselt einen schon beim Lesen und in Erwartung,was wohl jetzt geschieht.
Aber da kam anstatt des Geistes ein freundliches Hallo auf die 100.
Also: aus Gruseln wird Freuen…Prost!
Prost und danke! Auf die nächsten 100!