Tagged: urban-legend

My aunt Denise won't take the stairs in any car park now, not even the two-storey one at Tesco, and for years she wouldn't explain why. She told me the whole thing last November, at her kitchen…

My dad did eleven years as caretaker at Barrow Court, that grey fifteen-storey block off the ring road in Nuneaton before they redid the cladding. He wasn't a man who told stories, so when he gave me…

—so I says to her, don't touch the cord, whatever you do, and she looks at me like I've lost it. I hadn't even started the story yet. That's the thing about Priya, she wanted the explanation before…

"—and I told them, twelve. I counted twelve aisles every night for six weeks, and the store only has eleven." That was how Priya started, halfway through her second pint, like we'd been talking about…