Ghost in a strange house

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Story unfolds like a night blooming flower.

There's a shadow stretching to the window. Following it back to its source there is a body in a chair. It seems to be a man, middle-aged looking serene in repose of either sleep or death...no, there's no sound of breathing; death's probably the best guess, least he died happy or at peace anyway.

Move out into the hall, its dark hardly any light to see by at all. Flip the switch and the darkness is swept away. There's another door at the end of the hall, drifting on through the doorway; seeing a desk upon the floor. Atop it rests a piece of paper with a paw print imprinted, next to the paper is a wind up mouse with the key stuck in. Getting closer the mouse starts running around the table of its own volition. Strange is what this place is. Pale moonlight shines through a skylight in the ceiling. The moon is full and the sky speckled with stars.

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so that is a fragment of a story, or maybe that is a short story, not sure quite what it is, but I wrote it and thought I would share.