spooky attic – In the country not in the country

All Hallows’ Eve

I’m sat up in the attic just for the hell of it, waiting to see if any spooks appear on this the spookiest day of year. So far nothing apart from a black cat slinking around the various boxes of bric-à-brac and piles of books. Sound from the street below is amplified in the attic.Continue reading “All Hallows’ Eve”