Writing Prompt: What was that?

It’s 3am, the house is dark and all of the shadows in the room have stretched themselves into irregular shapes of something frightening. Even the garment bag hanging on the hook on the back of my bedroom door has morphed into something sinister. I curled up in the middle of the bed with my cat and held my breath. Every sound in the house is amplified and suddenly, I’m careful to make sure that none of my limbs, nor those of my disinterested cat are hanging over the edge.

 These should be the thoughts of a young person, not of a grown woman, but insomnia coupled with being alone in the house on a windy night has brought out the worst of my imagination and I suddenly wish I still had flatmates to either explain away the noise or join me in a cup of cocoa in the living-room.

¬†Today’s Prompt: What was that?

Put yourself in a big empty house, add a few scary noises, go investigate and see what you find lurking in the corner.

Quote for the day

We trained hard, but it seemed that every time we were beginning to form up into teams we would be reorganised.? I was to learn later in life that we tend to meet any new situation by reorganising: and a wonderful method it can be for creating the illusion of progress, while producing confusion, inefficiency and demoralisation.

-Caius Petronius

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