What are some scary stories to tell at a sleep over!!?
It was October 31st, and I was travelling down from the Smoke to visit my Uncle, Alfred Lysander. As the train pulled away from the City I sat and relaxed into the compartment as the urban landscape gave way to countryside… A few hours later the train came to a stop at the small town where Uncle Alfred lived. A short busride and I was outside Uncle Alfred’s house. Even all those decades ago, his house was a trip into the past. There was no electricity, his light in the darkness was oil lamps. No telephone, no wireless, Uncle Alfred didn’t believe in things like that. He welcomed me inside, and made me a cup of tea, and then we went through the usual ritual – studying Uncle Alfred’s collection of butterflies and moths. All of them, dead, and pinned to boards in drawers racked in display cases. I often questioned to myself, why he killed insects like that. Surely, he could keep them alive? But I didn’t voice my concerns outwardly, because I was his guest. We had dinner and as the eveni
