(This is yesterday’s. I fell asleep before I could finish it) The flat
was a find. Spacious and full of features. The tiles were Victorian, and the fireplace looked it. Magnolia nicotine walls could be painted white, the floors had been stripped.
In estate agent photos she was put down to glare (“amazing natural light!”)
When Toby and Greg took their first new home selfie, she’d crowded in, giving them a shared halo that made their friends laugh. After that they started noticing. Toby joked about their “genuine haunting” while Greg researched online, trying to find a tragic death. She laughed in her silent, mouthless way: she’d always been an orb.