I recently lent my pal Lucy my copy of The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters, a superbly-written and subtly creepy ghost story. This morning I found the following email in my inbox:
"It's past midnight and something/someone is tapping and writing "ss sss sssss" all over the walls in that cursed book. I'll never get any sleep now because I'm completely freaked out. I wish that dumb bear would wander by just to add some levity to the night. Daaaaaaamn youuuuuuu, Shandon! *shaking fist in air* Daaaaaaaaaamn youuuuuuuu!"
***UPDATE*** 1:40 p.m. Received the following email 20 minutes ago:
"What the hell is with the little feet running up and down the hall outside the nursery?! WTF?!!!! I just found out that Mom and Dad are going to one of Dad's bird meeting tonight. You know what that means... me... alone.. with that God damn book. I am so screwed."