The Typewriter
The banging of antique typewriter keys echoed through the attic, down to the rest of the house, and woke the entire family. Every night since they’d moved in, at precisely quarter to midnight, the keys had been thumped on for fifteen minutes then remained silent until the next night. It was highly annoying.
The new owners of the house on a quiet suburban street, Rebecca and Jerry Brown, hadn’t had a chance to clear out the previous owner’s possessions from the attic. Rebecca had been nagging Jerry to sort it out since they’d moved in. Which, in Jerry’s defence, had only been a week ago. Jerry, on the other hand, felt that clearing s**t out that wasn’t his and had been there for what looked like a few decades wasn’t really a priority, especially since they still had a whole
