The ghosts had come back during the night. Even now they were lurking, trying all they could to obliterate him. It wasn’t like him though to feel as powerless. He’d woken up, drenched in a cold sweat. He had felt petrified, unable to move, vaguely realising that he was dreaming and yet, incapable of moving a muscle, ... · ID #4271 (continued)
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November 22, 2007 at 6:29 pm #458

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Yo looks guilty, our Mavis, said Fred. Whatchoo ‘iding?

Nuffink, Fred. I’m not ‘iding nuffink. Her lip trembled but she bravely squared her shoulders, looked Fred in the eye and said: I’m going on ‘oliday.

‘oliday? Another one? You went to Minehead last year with yer sister, whatchoo want another ‘oliday for?

I want to go to Tikfijikoo.

Fred looked at Mavis as if she’d taken leave of her senses. Tiki fuckin WHO? Don’t be so bloody daft, woman!

The ghosts had come back during the night. Even now they were lurking, trying all they could to obliterate him. It wasn’t like him though to feel as powerless. He’d woken up, drenched in a cold sweat. He had felt petrified, unable to move, vaguely realising that he was dreaming and yet, incapable of moving a muscle, ... · ID #4271 (continued)
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