a friend's tale

A friend's tale

This is a true story, as told me over coffee by a friend.

This is just a break... i've plenty more to say about Haunted Sussex.

We go back to my birth county for this story....

Warwickshire. And Warwickshire itself

is a haunted county in its own right.

We both lived in my birth town, but her story is from elsewhere, 

up between Coventry and Birmingham 

in a  small village, where a friend of hers ran

 a little supermarket for one of the big firms of the time.

Her friend said to her, one day, that she couldn't keep staff,

and was currently short handed. So she volunteered to help.

She began to suspect something, when chocolate bars kept

flying off *the shelves. She said that there was something unpleasant

as well about the cellar, and didn't like to go down there.

but never saw anything down there to validate the feeling.

However, one day she did see a little girl 

standing at the store door, one minute, after the store had closed,

and then she had gone. One of those occasions, when you

search high and low for an intruder, but can't find one...

That's all there is to the story, but it did become obvious 

why the woman couldn't retain her staff.

I like  to record these little tales.. the blog's a good place....

Lest they be forgotten.

* Edit: she says the chocolate bars didn't fly off, just get moved about.