There is no wind, yet the curtains move by the window.
Shadows shift languidly on the moonlit wall.
The night is warm, yet I am suddenly chilled.
I am alone, my first night in my new home, yet there are footsteps on the stair.
The bedroom door is creaking open.
John Young is an old chap, grappling with themes of limits, longings, and finitude. He likes spooky stuff.
Great story, John. Very chilling.
Hello, John.
I’m Bárbara and I work for Editora Nova Escola (https://novaescola.org.br/) in São Paulo, Brazil.
We are producing a textbook for elementary school students.
In one of the units we are talking about short stories.
Therefore, we would like to use the content below to explain to our students:
https://fiftywordstories.com/2020/08/03/john-young-yet/
Please, let me know if is possible.
Thank you!
Yet… Ok, I saw the curtains move, felt the chill down my spine, heard the same footsteps and the door creak open. I’m thoroughly convinced there’s someone else here. Excellent John!