The Quiet House

By Barnaby King

Joe thinks his life is going well, he's out of university and is already settled into a good job. But his life takes a turn for the worse when he moves into a new London flat that is unnervingly, almost unnaturally quiet. Soon strange things start happening and he starts to suspect that he may not be the only one living in the quiet house.

Inspired by the works of H.P. Lovecraft and M.R. James, this is the debut ghost story by author Barnaby King.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Barnaby King
• Release date: Sep 27, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301529810

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The Quiet House

By Barnaby King

Published by Barnaby King at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Barnaby King

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I crossed the quiet London side street and approached the narrow house. Joe’s text had been quite insistent that I see him as soon as possible. I didn’t mind, it wasn’t a long trip across the city and I hadn’t seen much of him since he moved into his new flat. Joe and I had gone to university together but while I was still stuck at home he had managed to land himself a job with a post-production company less than a month after graduating. Since then, I had heard nothing from him.

The flat was a narrow sliver of rooms attached to similar flats along a long stretch of road. A short flight of steps led up to the front door. I took them two at a time and knocked sharply on the slightly corroded lion’s head knocker. It was some time before Joe answered, peering out with a glance behind him, as though he were listening out for something.

He ushered me inside with only the smallest of greetings and shut the door quickly behind me. I gave him an appraising look. His dark hair was messy and