Last night I woke with the smell of smoke in my nostrils. It wasn’t that acrid smell of wood burning, or the fatal fumes of a house fire. It was cigarette smoke of an unusual kind.
Straining to listen for an intruder, while trying to breathe normally and lie still, I pretended to be asleep, just in case he was still there. The house creaked and contracted, the usual noises of an elderly dwelling coping with a change of temperature, but no footsteps, no door opening, nothing unusual. I suppose I was relieved.
cont… on New Page – Spooks