Jun 18, 2026 · 25 min · 7 segments
*The Study of Quiet Things is a serialised gothic folk-horror mystery, written & narrated by Harriet Loveluck.* **In Today's Episode:** **Chapter 4** - Sophie - Hidden Shadows **Chapter 5** - Kai…
The doors swish open and inside Sophie stands cramped amongst the throng.
Commuters clamber inside, bustling and jostling for a human-sized gap that does not exist.
There is no such luxury as personal space here.
The crowd dwarfs her.
A lanky student spins, bashing Sophie in the face with his overstuffed backpack.
She readjusts her position, head bowed.
The doors screech shut and the tube moves on from the station.
Sophie hates her commute.
First a tube, then a train between London to her home on the outskirts of Reading, and then a walk, but needs must.
Jessica's scholarship, although rich in education, is piss poor in actual funds.
and so the financial burden for the twins to survive rests firmly on Sophie's aching shoulders and sore back.
The commute takes over an hour each way, but London elites pay far more than Reading housewives to clean up their mess.
Usually, with time to kill, Sophie would work on plotting her screenplay idea, but tonight she has other things on her mind and an aching nag in the pit of her stomach.
She scrolls through her phone, reading again the last message Jessica sent three days ago.
Hey sis, don't stress.
I'm 100% fine.
Reception is shite up here, that's all.
Literally, the first time I've had signal in days.
Take a chill pill, enjoy the space and not having to clean up my mess.
We'll call when I get proper reception.
Promise.
J.
Kiss.
Sophie blows out, enjoy the space, she reads again, and considers Carmen's words.
Maybe she is being too clingy, as obsessed with her twin as the rest of the world seems to be.
The doors swish open and inside Sophie stands cramped amongst the throng.
Commuters clamber inside, bustling and jostling for a human-sized gap that does not exist.
There is no such luxury as personal space here.
The crowd dwarfs her.
A lanky student spins, bashing Sophie in the face with his overstuffed backpack.
She readjusts her position, head bowed.
The doors screech shut and the tube moves on from the station.
Sophie hates her commute.
First a tube, then a train between London to her home on the outskirts of Reading, and then a walk, but needs must.
Jessica's scholarship, although rich in education, is piss poor in actual funds.
and so the financial burden for the twins to survive rests firmly on Sophie's aching shoulders and sore back.
The commute takes over an hour each way, but London elites pay far more than Reading housewives to clean up their mess.
Usually, with time to kill, Sophie would work on plotting her screenplay idea, but tonight she has other things on her mind and an aching nag in the pit of her stomach.
She scrolls through her phone, reading again the last message Jessica sent three days ago.
Hey sis, don't stress.
I'm 100% fine.
Reception is shite up here, that's all.
Literally, the first time I've had signal in days.
Take a chill pill, enjoy the space and not having to clean up my mess.
We'll call when I get proper reception.
Promise.
J.
Kiss.
Sophie blows out, enjoy the space, she reads again, and considers Carmen's words.
Maybe she is being too clingy, as obsessed with her twin as the rest of the world seems to be.
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