I had known this house all my life, from the twisting wrought iron gates to the raven head door knocker.
It held no terror for me, the wallpaper patterns had watched my growing years, the old Georgian fireplace where we had toasted crumpets, was an old friend.
Curving bannisters of dark wood led me upstairs to the nursery, my toys still scattered as if the years had spun back.
Crossing to my parents room I noticed movement in the garden, a young couple in strange clothes.
I opened the casement to say hello and she said "look Tom a ghost!"
It held no terror for me, the wallpaper patterns had watched my growing years, the old Georgian fireplace where we had toasted crumpets, was an old friend.
Curving bannisters of dark wood led me upstairs to the nursery, my toys still scattered as if the years had spun back.
Crossing to my parents room I noticed movement in the garden, a young couple in strange clothes.
I opened the casement to say hello and she said "look Tom a ghost!"
