I realised my key had gone and I was never gonna get it back.
Was it the ghost that had been in my house before. I thought itnleft the day I opened my front door and said:"OUT"
Had it begun to follow me around outside?
Had it simply removed the key from the black plastic bag?
Was it the ghost that had dropped the blue ink container and stood in the doorway at
The Ink House that day. I had felt something as I came closer to the house. I instantly got headache near to the front door. The headache disappeared again as soon as I backed two steps.
After this day I went to buy another small cupboard with a simular key in it. Luckily the key fit.
I got the computer, the phone and my tablet out. I never hid them again.
That was the day I started writing on Writco. Got my feelings out there. Never had to hide for myself anymore.
It was the. xx .xx. 2019.


© Lucia