Twas the night before Halloween and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for the librarian.

There is something creepy about being the only person awake in a sleeping home. I would say it was quiet, but it wasn’t. My housemates all snore, especially Mick, so much so that we’ve banished him to the attic conversion room at the top of the house. I normally sleep well, but sometimes if I’m reading late I hear him rumbling away up there like an old steam engine puffing up a steep hill.

I turned up the volume on my podcast, a book review one, of course, and took another sip of mint tea before turning back to my glue gun.

Linda’s jibe about me frightening small children last Halloween had struck a nerve. I had to come up with a costume that would be coo...

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