My great aunt, a very forthright woman, told me a very strange and eerie tale when I was a child. I did publish it in very brief terms two or three years ago before I’d gained in confidence with my writing, but here it is in full. My mother has recently found a letter which confirms the main details.

The seventies was a good time to be a kid even if your mom didn’t know how to cook. Our lives thrived off of what our imaginations could conjure up, and although we didn’t have the X-Box back then, we did have cool toys that today would be outlawed as dangerous. If you’re a child of this time, you will not only remember these things, but laugh as your own memories flood back.