There was a tap, tap, tapping in my childhood home. None of the four of us living there could work out where it came from. Mum said it was the wind through the rafters. Dad was certain there was a problem with the plumbing. My sister Alice was convinced we had a mouse in the walls but me. I thought the tap, tap, tapping was only the heating.
One day Nicholas told me it was the man who took the children knocking on the window. I told dad about it one day but he never believed in Nicholas.
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Last Christmas
Stavely Hall had been empty since the early 2000s, it had most recently, years before that, endured a protracted renovation. There had been ambitious plans to create a luxury spa, but the works were bedevilled by accidents and contractors folding, to the point it was simply abandoned. This glorious home of 300 years was neglectfully left to collapse while TikTok ghost-hunters and urban explorers gloated at its sorry decline. Denny-Z was no exception. He needed Christmas content, and Stavely’s tragic tale of the wronged housemaid was perfect.
By Simon Curtisabout a year ago in Horror
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