The compelling aspect when reading supernatural plots is that odd things happen within a context of ordinary, natural life. If the whole world is ghostly, there is nothing scary or unsettling about the appearance of another ghost. But if the world seems its predictable, even boring self and then the unnatural event occurs, that can […]
The Tall One said, ‘Here’s his bag. Any problems, Enid, ring me.’ He looked down. ‘Bye, Wilf, you’ll be fine. High five?’ He held up a hand with his fingers spread. I didn’t bite them, though they’re a good size. The front door closed behind him, leaving me in this new sleeping place. It smells of soap, long-ago cats, piss of Young not so long past, and sugar. My shoes are off, bag taken away. The female says, ‘Come and make yourself comfortable, dear. It’s nearly dinner-time. Hungry?’ I nod. I want to eat.