Sep 3, 2026 · 38 min · 6 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 Teller's House Presents The Study of Quiet Things Chapter 38 Sophie Inside the Envelope The envelope in Sophie's hand shakes as her trembling fingers reach inside for the contents.
She tries to shake the contents out, but they stick, a stubborn reluctance to be seen, so instead she has to fish for the contents.
She pulls out a single sheet of paper and two small braids of hair.
One braid is dirty brown, matted with a dull sheen.
The other is freshly washed.
Sophie can still smell the fragrant shampoo upon the sleek golden locks.
Rhian's golden locks? She holds them both in her palm, regarding them while a knot forms in her brow.
Strange.
She fishes for the pockets of her jeans crumpled on the floor beside her.
This is not the first time Sophie has seen braids like this.
She pulls out Jessica's ebony plait from her pocket and it lies, dull and lifeless, in the palm of Sophie's hand alongside the others.
Seeing its lifelessness causes a memory flash.
Jessica's cold body on the morgue table fills Sophie's mind.
Her twin's cold grey skin, her jagged cropped hair with random locks left in patches.
Her lips parted as if to whisper a secret she never had a chance to share.
The memory holds, and Sophie is no longer in the dank bedroom of the coach house, but beside Jessica's inert body on the gurney.
She sees Jessica now, as she did then, and leans in towards her sister's bluish lips.
Sophie is sure she can hear a sound, the soft ebb and flow of the ocean shoreline, a raspy breath from within.
"'Jessica?' Sophie says." Jessica? Sophie leans in closer.
Jessica's dead hand shoots up, grabbing hold of Sophie's own.
Sophie jolts herself from her memory.
No, my imagination, because that's not what really happened.
Couldn't have.
She places the three braids in a neat row on the bedside table.
Then her fingers slip inside the envelope to pull out a collection of Polaroids.
The Teller's House Presents The Study of Quiet Things Chapter 38 Sophie Inside the Envelope The envelope in Sophie's hand shakes as her trembling fingers reach inside for the contents.
She tries to shake the contents out, but they stick, a stubborn reluctance to be seen, so instead she has to fish for the contents.
She pulls out a single sheet of paper and two small braids of hair.
One braid is dirty brown, matted with a dull sheen.
The other is freshly washed.
Sophie can still smell the fragrant shampoo upon the sleek golden locks.
Rhian's golden locks? She holds them both in her palm, regarding them while a knot forms in her brow.
Strange.
She fishes for the pockets of her jeans crumpled on the floor beside her.
This is not the first time Sophie has seen braids like this.
She pulls out Jessica's ebony plait from her pocket and it lies, dull and lifeless, in the palm of Sophie's hand alongside the others.
Seeing its lifelessness causes a memory flash.
Jessica's cold body on the morgue table fills Sophie's mind.
Her twin's cold grey skin, her jagged cropped hair with random locks left in patches.
Her lips parted as if to whisper a secret she never had a chance to share.
The memory holds, and Sophie is no longer in the dank bedroom of the coach house, but beside Jessica's inert body on the gurney.
She sees Jessica now, as she did then, and leans in towards her sister's bluish lips.
Sophie is sure she can hear a sound, the soft ebb and flow of the ocean shoreline, a raspy breath from within.
"'Jessica?' Sophie says." Jessica? Sophie leans in closer.
Jessica's dead hand shoots up, grabbing hold of Sophie's own.
Sophie jolts herself from her memory.
No, my imagination, because that's not what really happened.
Couldn't have.
She places the three braids in a neat row on the bedside table.
Then her fingers slip inside the envelope to pull out a collection of Polaroids.
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