Three Floors Up: An Electric Eclectic book

By Paul White

Three Floors Up is the story of one man's psychosis and its effects on all who enter his world, and why the ones he chooses never leave.

This is a tale of dark doings, of murder and distorted perceptions.

Not to be read by the faint of heart.

This Electric Eclectic book is written as an introduction to the storytelling and narrative fashion of the author, Paul White.

He hopes you enjoy this book so much you will purchase some of his prime books which you can find on Amazon or on his website.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Feb 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9783743853577

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Three Floors Up

Three Floors Up

by

Paul White

An Electric Eclectic Novelette

Copyright © Paul White 2016

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.

Introduction

Paul wrote this chilling tale of psychotic self-perception from the comfortable surroundings of his Yorkshire home.

A far cry from the sordid conditions inhabited by the characters in the deathly story.

Enjoy.

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Dirty Windows

Through the dirt-encrusted glass of the window, I look down on people passing below my vantage point.

Years of neglect have seen the small panes of glass, which make the whole of the window, become dulled by black and green mould, dust, soot and unidentifiable debris combine, the glass now opaque.

All except one small pane, the one I look through. My spyhole. It has a circle of clarity, rubbed clean by an old rag I keep to hand for that purpose.

At night I do not need my spyhole. It is easier to slide the lower section of the sash window upwards. By doing so I can let the voices of those passing by into my world.

It would be futile to open the window during the day; the noise of the traffic, of the town, the aeroplanes flying overhead all combine into a cacophony. It