The Late Tenant

David Harcourt, a lanky, good‑natured twenty‑five‑year‑old from a Wyoming ranch, arrives in London hoping the city’s bustling reputation will inspire his literary leanings. He settles into the quiet No. 7 of Eddystone Mansions, a third‑floor flat whose dust‑caked windows overlook an unusually still street. The move feels like a leap from prairie to metropolis, and David spends his first evenings comparing the clamor of London’s “stony heart” to the calm of the American plains.

Inside his new home, David’s thoughts drift between his genteel upbringing, his love of poetry, and the odd sensation that the apartment carries a lingering presence. The building’s vacant neighbour and the hush that pervades the corridors hint at stories left unfinished, and David can’t shake the feeling that the flat’s former occupant may have left more than just furniture behind. As he settles in, his curiosity grows, promising a gentle unraveling of the mysteries hidden within the walls of his new residence.