Dedicated to the memory of Auntie Jean - a lady who taught me how scary ghosts could be.
THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE
"The Doctor told me I should write down my thoughts on these events to help them make some sense, so here goes.
It was during the late 1980's when myself and Eve were living in that horrible, dingy little house on Peaksfield Avenue. Nothing about the house or the area seemed out of the ordinary, but it was just...I don't know...horrible. Dark and horrible, like there was something sat in the shadows all the time just watching us.
Anyway, you'll find out about that as you read on. I've collected my thoughts and feelings on the event at the time as a record really. As a reminder to myself that this really did happen. All I can say before you read it is that you should never, ever dismiss anything that's going on in your life. There's a pattern to it all.
I'm just glad myself and Eve had each other and I'll be eternally grateful for the Doctor and his friend, Holly.
So switch your lights on, grab yourself a cup of tea and don't dismiss that tapping on the wall."
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