I opened his door and switched on the light. Here is what I saw. Paul was standing in his pyjamas by the big bay window that stretched right across the far wall of his room. He had wrapped himself up in the great thick curtain that hung by the window and was thrashing and flapping his arms around as though wrestling with someone, shouting and roaring as he did so. When the light came on he stopped suddenly. He let the curtains drop and turned to look around him. The expression on his face was quite unlike anything I’d ever seen on him before. He seemed like a child, scared and lost. He looked over towards me. For a moment I though he was about to turn angry, to snap at me for coming into his room uninvited, but he never did.
“Did you see someone in here just now?” he said, his voice small and wobbling.
I shook my head. “No, Paul. There’s no-one here.”
“No. Of course not.” He said. “Of course not.”
“Are you alright, Paul?” I asked. “Can I do anything?”
“No,” he said. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine.”
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‘A Report on a Haunting and Other Stories’ is Chapbook number four of four volumes forthcoming from the Olgada Press during 2015.