Devon Strangeness #1
The weirdest things happen in my home town.
So I've decided to start relating the most unsettling stories to you. Gives me something to blog about. Here's number one. And no, it's not about Bob Marley.
I was walking home from school. I was eleven or twelve, I'm guessing, and it must have been October because it was getting dark at 3.30 and the view down the road to the grey sea was gloomy.
A man was standing on the pavement. He was wearing a bright red jumper - it looked as though someone had knit
So I've decided to start relating the most unsettling stories to you. Gives me something to blog about. Here's number one. And no, it's not about Bob Marley.
I was walking home from school. I was eleven or twelve, I'm guessing, and it must have been October because it was getting dark at 3.30 and the view down the road to the grey sea was gloomy.
A man was standing on the pavement. He was wearing a bright red jumper - it looked as though someone had knit
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