At first, the changes were subtle: a framed photograph moved to a different shelf, a favourite pair of socks missing, the coffee finished when we thought we had another packet. It was always when we were sleeping, and we slept deeply.
One morning the cat was hiding under the sofa, the orange juice was gone, and the cupboard door was ajar when we were sure we’d closed it. It was a mess in there, but eventually we found the loose board behind the top shelf. We stared into the dark tunnel beyond; neither of us prepared to go first.
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Definitely a creeper! This has a great sense of mystery and menace conconcted of missing socks.
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Yes, who would have thought it was possible to be frightened by socks that weren’t even there…
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ahhhhh! This sounds like a beginning of a horrible good book. The fear to go in the big adventure of life. Sleeping deeply and fantasy becoming alive, dreams come true…go on first and write this book, otherwise someone else will write it!
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Hah, thank you. Maybe the start of a short story…
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Haunting and beautifully constructed.
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Thanks!
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“Creeper” is a good name for the story. Someone or something creeping around a house in the dark of night is scary for sure. Good writing as always, Claire. —- Suzanne
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Thanks Suzanne.
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Dear Claire,
A little reverse Narnia? Are they sneaking in from the other side? Intriguing story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Oh yes, I like that. A reverse Narnia.
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Would that be Ainran, or ainraN I wonder?
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Wonderful.
I am watching through my fingers from behind the settee!
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Hah! I used to actually do that.
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I would be scared too.
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Me too!
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If it wasn’t called Creeper I would like to think it was more like The Borrowers. I’m telling myself this so I can sleep tonight and not worry about what might be happening at the back of my closet…
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I loved the Borrowers, the books and the film. I wasn’t thinking anything good would come of this thing / person moving things about…
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Thank God it was the orange juice that had been taken, and not the wine. Still, it needs looking into, this dark tunnel in the back of the closet. Only not by me. Very inventive, Claire.
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Hah! I *might* crawl into the tunnel if had been the wine.
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It’s a good spooky tale, and the tunnel is an excellent hook for a longer story. Something makes me feel it’s more than that, though. It’s trivial things that are missing, and they go missing when husband and wife are unconscious. Then they find the tunnel and neither of them wishes to be the first to investigate.
The story could represent the gradual loss, one by one, of the reasons they have for staying together. Nicely written, Claire.
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Oh my gosh. Creeper or something else? Great story! Im desperate to know who or what was there.
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Me too! I have no idea what it was.
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A great building of suspense . The start of an adventure… well done
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Thanks Maz.
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Ooh – lovely creepy story! I wouldn’t venture into that tunnel either.
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Me neither. Thanks!
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Oh you do know how to weave a story! I have to agree with Sandra – thank God it was the orange juice and not the wine! (priorities, you know) but now… who/what the hell is stealing from them?
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hmm everything very confusing! Who steals what? an upside-down Narnia story? They come from the imagination and want to reality? Thank you, Penny, “represent the gradual loss, one by one, of the reasons they have for staying together” your comments are always so good!
Maybe it is just the way for one person? As reality and fantasy belongs together I can not really decide which one is on the other side. But everybody have to know how to make his ideal mixture of fantasy and “so called” reality….well everybody? There might be a problem for the ones who never lived in the “so called” reality to enter there. There is no doubt that this story is very confusing!
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I like all these thoughts – thank you! I love the idea that whatever is coming in is coming in from someone’s imagination and wants to be real.
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Oh I´m happy that you liked it. Dreams want to come true….yes!
In the end, imagination, which in my opinion certainly has a claim to reality, always remains a crucial question. Can this fantasy exist in the real world and do we want it to exist there? And as a result, the next questions arise. If the answers are both yes, the question of “how” do we integrate the fantasy, how do we live our dreams. If one of the questions has been answered with “no”, the question is: do we divert our imagination to something else, or do we cling to this fantasy and accept that it will never be integrated into reality? This is certainly not advisable for big dreams!
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Yes.. wine=heading into the tunnel. Thanks Dale.
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Spooky. You set the scene so well Im ready to jump out of my skin at what it may be.
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An understated hint of menace in this story. Creepers sounds like a darker version of the Borrowers. Nice one.
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Thanks. Very much darker I think…
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Do you think it would be scarier if the tunnel is dark, or if there is light at the end of that tunnel?
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Ooh, that’s a good question. Maybe light would be scarier. Light that you can see someone or something passing in front of…
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Yeah, I too thought the same ☺️
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Eeek! This is as bad as hearing footsteps from the loft!
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I keep losing socks – now you’ve got me worried!
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Such a great story about what could be lurking. The initial confusion and later trepidation are really clear. Maybe they don’t need to enter, just nail it firmly shut.
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Loved this–so many unanswered questions. Lots of fun.
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This is creepy… reminds me of a podcast i listened to where this girl actually had a man living in the attic above… he could only enter through her apartment, but always left little traces..
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I was a hide my face with a cushion kind of child and I love how the missing things are so ordinary and things you could be wrong about … until..
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Wonderful introduction. The rest lies in my imagination!
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Creepy, Makes you wonder who or what was hiding in the wall. Perhaps the story will go on and I can find out.
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