Sunday, 16 October 2016

A Lifelong Influence.

When I was a kid, my mother told me about the ghost which used to chase her down the street when she was a girl. The ghost’s name was Ginny Green Teeth. Isn’t that a splendid name for a ghost? I gather she was a bit of an urban legend in the area.

And then there was the ghost of her long-deceased brother which she saw sitting on the end of her bed one morning, and the old man she saw sitting in an armchair when she was on her way out to work, and the ghost of my dead stepfather who used to watch her from an upstairs window when she was in the garden. And what about the little figure she saw leap off the end of her bed and disappear into a mirror? What about that?

It isn’t surprising I grew up a bit odd, is it?

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