‘We should hold a seance,’ my friend Jayne said one night in 2010, while walking home from our local.
‘That’s a great idea, but where?’ I said. I’d always been fascinated by the supernatural.
‘There?’ Jayne said while pointing at an old Victorian pub.
A few years earlier, it was a lively venue. Now, it was closed down, and squatters had moved in.
‘Good idea,’ I nodded. ‘I’ll get a ouija board, and once the squatters have gone, we’ll check it out.’
Unpleasant
A few weeks later, we scrambled through a boarded-up window.
It was getting dark, and without electricity, the pub was in shadow. It was derelict, unloved and sinister.
Our friends Warren and Clare appeared behind us… ‘Come on, get out the ouija board,’ Wayne said cheerfully.
Reluctantly,…
