Originally Posted by
crayola
Last night I was having dinner with a dear friend through in Wick. After the main course I left my friend's husband sleeping and went out for some air while my host prepared the dessert. Unfortunately I'd partaken of a little too much fine white wine and I became lost in the underground shopping centre. I found my way into the street where I met a young girl who seemed to know me by reputation. We chatted about personal issues until a man with a hood and no face started moving towards us. His scythe had such a long handle that he repeatedly tripped over it. This gave my new friend and I the opportunity to cadge a lift with the driver of a passing model T Ford. This was my first encounter with the dead in my county since my adventure at Pennyland Farm.
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