Photo Prompt © Jennifer Pendergast

It was my first pad, and for the first time it was just me on my own.
Rent, of course, but not too expensive. Well, it was pretty tiny.

Partly furnished, all old stuff, but usable.
A single bed, a little rickety. A big cupboard, a dressing table (hideous), and a chest of drawers.

I’d a beanbag and a couple of big cushions, my clothes and bedding, my books and the darling record-player, plus some albums.

On the landing there was a shared kitchen and bathroom.

The first night, I’ll never forget that.
I woke up.
A ghost appeared.
Perfect.

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Memoire
Word Count: 100

6 February 2026