JUS COM TO TH WOODS

This here’s another story, just like the other ones, except that this one is true. Now I knows that, after reading it, you might not feel like believing it at all, and if you don’t – that’s no probs – just take it like a piece of twistedfiction. Where I am now – it won’t matter one jot to me whether you believe or not.

It happened last Thursday. I was sitting on the back stoop, pretty much minding my own business, excepting keeping an eye on Mrs Stevens across the way – washing her windows dr...