Not that anyone is reading this, but I have been so busy and freaking tired my ability to focus long enough to write has been hard this week!
Start Fiction:
"Do you hear that?" Steve asked. He pointed to the living room and froze. Only moving his eyes, he surveyed the room, hoping to see whatever it was for his own sanity.
"Maybe the house is settling," Ana said. She didn't move either, mostly because Steve was freaking out.
"It's a ghost, or something," he told her, still holding his position.
"A ghost?" Ana said. "Seriously."
Steve is more than freaking out, she thought, he has lost his mind! She began to move towards him.
"STOP!" he snapped. He put his hand on her shoulder and held her in place. Steve gripped her tight. Ana shook a little, her heart raced. This was a new level of freaking out, even for Steve.
Then Ana heard it.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Always in threes," Steve whispered. Maintaining their position, He checked his watch, timing the intervals and noting the time of day. "Every four minutes, three taps," Steve said turning to Ana.
"Holy shit," Ana said.
"I heard that," a faint elderly male voice said from the living room.
Steve and Ana both jumped up and ran out of the house.
End Fiction.
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