Sublime

No Ghost Ghost Story What kind of a ghost story has no ghost? Towards the end of your life, you promised me that if it were possible, you would send a sign, a sign to let me know that somewhere out there is the person I love. A person recognisable as you. I am sitting at my garden table watching the night. As I type this, I hope the keyboard starts

I got to the front lawn by following the pattern of everyday life. I opened doors that weren’t there, turned down halls that could no longer be said to exist, and then looked out at the lawn through a window in empty space.

It was as if instead of entering a house she was entering the idea of a house, some archetype brought to life here before her.

enigmatic

At any rate it seemed like someone below the stone mound was ringing the bell. I was sure of it. But who? It was at this point that an enigmatic fear began to well up inside me. Instinct told me not to get any closer to the source of that sound. I left, and with the bell ringing behind me hurried back along the path through the woods. Moonlight fil

Crambe bis cocta;

Footsteps approaching the door or only the heartbeat in his ears?

A white suitcase stood in the corner of the room. My heart beat a little faster. I hadn’t brought that suitcase here. That must be where it was. Kozuka’s body. Trees danced outside the window, as if to tell me of the sinister nature of this place. But I had understood immediately what to do. Bury that suitcase in the forest, and this would all be o