Dark Secret — Wayne Mansfield

Nathaniel Longmore hails from Leeds. Employment has brought him to the foggy, cobbled streets of Victorian London. His only problem is that he doesn't know anyone. Fortune appears to smile on him after he responds, successfully, to an advertisement for a lodger. Sure his new landlady, Mrs Edith Collins, is perhaps a bit too austere, but the room is well-furnished and meals are included in the weekly rent.



But there's something strange about the attic bedroom of Number 36 Haring Street. It's not just the fact that things have a habit of moving about by themselves. There's a feeling, a creeping sensation that he's never alone in the room. At first he suspects no-nonsense Edith. There's something a little strange about her, something not-quite-right, and it's entirely possible she's the culprit; sneaking around in his room while he's out. The minute he opens his mouth to broach the subject with her, he regrets it.



How could he ever guess at what he discovers? You may think you know. You may even suspect part of the answer, but for Nathaniel his short sojourn at Haring Street is the catalyst for more than one revelation.