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A while back, my son sneezed. I replied with a predictable ‘bless you’, and he said ‘thanks’ in return.

‘Oh no,’ I replied quickly. ‘You mustn’t thank me, not for a sneeze.”

I’d said it without even thinking; and was unprepared when he asked for a reason why.

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Often, ghost stories centre around humans. Whether they’re grey-dressed ladies, drifting mournfully down ancient hallways, or black-eyed children peering round darkened corners, our spooky stories are frequently human-centric.

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Now here’s a funny thing. Before coronavirus, you’d frequently hear me moaning about how little time I had to work on my creative writing. Now, in the midst of lockdown, I’ve suddenly got lots of time…and have I written a thing? NOPE!

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In 1965, a strange story in the USA hit the world’s headlines. A man was hitchhiking, when an enormous brightly lit object hovered above his head. His eyewitness account, in isolation, would normally have been dismissed as drunken rambling, or attention-seeking lies.

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Wow. So things got very real very quickly, didn’t they? Only two weeks ago, I was chatting to a friend on the phone, saying how unlikely it’d be that we’d go into full lockdown – and yet here we are.