Aug 20, 2026 · 43 min · 10 segments
**The Study of Quiet Things is a serialised gothic folk-horror mystery, written & narrated by Harriet Loveluck.** Sophie Hamilton's twin is missing, and the last trace of her leads to a crumbling…
The thing with ghosts and paranormal activity, Josh thinks, is you need to create an open space to encourage communication.
a gaggle of crew, film equipment, noise, and the eagerness to stick to a script instead of allowing the moment to unfold naturally, all conspire to drown out the subtle whispers of the gone.
Minds, saying that, so too does alcohol.
Still, he shrugs, I'm here now.
Behind him is the hum of a car.
The cabbie who just dropped him off winds the window down and calls out, You sure you're alright here, mate? The light is still on inside the cab, highlighting the concern on the old man's face.
I'm all good, Josh calls back.
Thanks for the ride.
But the cabbie doesn't immediately drive off.
I can swing round after my next drop-off if you like, pick you up.
This time Josh says nothing, but raises a hand to wave the man off.
It isn't until the car slowly crawls away that the reality of his drunken stupidity hits him.
In the darkness, he surveys his surroundings.
The old building that refuses to die would put the willies up anyone.
chance would be a fine thing josh thinks lightheartedly he's trying to lighten his mood he's trying to keep his heart rate down he's trying not to think of the calling just as holly ann advised yet isn't that why i'm here exactly why i'm here He doesn't want to admit it, but he can feel the pull of coincidence, of synchronicity.
He has a hunch, as certain as any alcohol-fueled thought, that it wasn't chance.
He happened to be here, in this very building, when he received the email from Kai.
The email that would lead to this symbol, to his mother, to this moment and his childhood ruin.
Josh is torn.
Again, a jagged scrape across his entire centre, pulling him in two different directions.
To choose either will leave him cleaved.
He knows this.
He's lived this.
And so here he is, again, looking for the part of himself he lost when he decided to leave the calling behind.
And he knows it is looking for him too, because that's how it works.
The thing with ghosts and paranormal activity, Josh thinks, is you need to create an open space to encourage communication.
a gaggle of crew, film equipment, noise, and the eagerness to stick to a script instead of allowing the moment to unfold naturally, all conspire to drown out the subtle whispers of the gone.
Minds, saying that, so too does alcohol.
Still, he shrugs, I'm here now.
Behind him is the hum of a car.
The cabbie who just dropped him off winds the window down and calls out, You sure you're alright here, mate? The light is still on inside the cab, highlighting the concern on the old man's face.
I'm all good, Josh calls back.
Thanks for the ride.
But the cabbie doesn't immediately drive off.
I can swing round after my next drop-off if you like, pick you up.
This time Josh says nothing, but raises a hand to wave the man off.
It isn't until the car slowly crawls away that the reality of his drunken stupidity hits him.
In the darkness, he surveys his surroundings.
The old building that refuses to die would put the willies up anyone.
chance would be a fine thing josh thinks lightheartedly he's trying to lighten his mood he's trying to keep his heart rate down he's trying not to think of the calling just as holly ann advised yet isn't that why i'm here exactly why i'm here He doesn't want to admit it, but he can feel the pull of coincidence, of synchronicity.
He has a hunch, as certain as any alcohol-fueled thought, that it wasn't chance.
He happened to be here, in this very building, when he received the email from Kai.
The email that would lead to this symbol, to his mother, to this moment and his childhood ruin.
Josh is torn.
Again, a jagged scrape across his entire centre, pulling him in two different directions.
To choose either will leave him cleaved.
He knows this.
He's lived this.
And so here he is, again, looking for the part of himself he lost when he decided to leave the calling behind.
And he knows it is looking for him too, because that's how it works.
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