I was walking down my path today when a yellow tennis ball
came rolling past me. I assumed it was the property of George, the Springer
Spaniel from next door. I turned round but neither he nor his human were
anywhere to be seen, and then I realised that Mrs Next Door was out and the
dogs were shut in the house.
Didn’t something like that happen in one of those iconic
horror films, like Poltergeist or
something?
What was I saying about there being something or somebody
around?
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